“Will you? Be my good boy?” She drags the words out.
My mouth is dry and my ears are ringing, but I swallow and nod obediently.
“Oh, sweetheart, I need to hear you. Speak.Now,” she commands, and I don’t think she’s talking about Taylor’s Version.
This isJosefine’s Fucking Version.
“Yes,” I mumble.
“Yes, what?”
My whole body jerks when she expertly wraps her fingers around my cock. But just as abruptly, she releases it, and I’m left bereft of her touch.
“Yes, I’ll be your good boy,” I utter with a shaky breath.
Fingers ghost across my chest, phantom touches on my quads, my biceps, my shoulders. I never know where she’ll land next. When she plants a kiss along my waistline, my hips jerk again. I draw my heels up to anchor myself and quell this maddening sensation. She doesn’t protest. Her only response is to rake her nails into the tops of my trembling thighs and drag them toward my knees. I squeeze against her, and she counteracts by pinning my legs to the bed.
I’m spread out before her, one hundred percent exposed and vulnerable, and I fucking love it.
“You’re doing so good, baby.” Her voice, laced with sensuality, sends a ripple down my spine.
“Joey.” I fist the duvet. Fuck, do I need to touch her.
She drags the tip of her tongue from my navel down to my pubic hair, intentionally avoiding contact with my cock.
“Fu-u-ck.” I’m the hardest I’ve ever been, and she hasn’t even touched my dick.
She hovers over me, still careful not to come into contact with me where I need her most. “If you ask nicely, I may just suck your cock,” she breathes against my lips. She pulls away quickly when I arch up for a taste.
With my hands still tangled in the duvet, I rasp, “Joey, baby, will you please suck my cock?”
“Thatta boy,” she praises. I can practically feel her smile floating in the air between us.
The mattress dips as she gets comfortable between my legs. She caresses my balls, her touch featherlight, and my stomach contracts in response. With her fingers digging into the sides of my glutes, she sucks the head of my cock, expertly lifting it off my abdomen with only her mouth.
She takes me to the back of her throat and holds. Saliva slides down my sensitive skin, and with a deep inhale through her nose, she releases her grip on my hips and grasps my cock, stroking in time with her tongue.
Cool air washes over me as she pops off and clambers up my body. The next thing I know, her tongue is in my mouth, but before I can react and kiss her back, she’s gone, wrapping those lips around my dick again, sucking and slurping.
“Holy—” I’m cut off when her tongue tangles with mine once more. Her tongue in my mouth after it’s been on my cock is a kink I didn’t know I had.
She returns down below, and when I’m confident she’s there to stay, I thrust my hips once, testing to see what I can get away with. When she doesn’t protest, I thrust again. This time, though, she releases me, and my dick hits my stomach with an obscene smack.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she snarls, pulling my shaft back like a joystick before letting go again.
The back and forth is driving me wild.
“On your side,” she commands.
I do exactly as I’m told and roll to my left. I adjust the knot of the sash for comfort, but I don’t dare peek.
I refrain from reaching for myself again, though I desperately want to. It needs to be stroked. Badly. The sound of her breath mixed with her skin sliding across the duvet is all I hear.
“I want you to gag me with your cock while you eat my pussy.”
Kill me dead.
With searching hands, I can’t grab at the soft flesh in front of me fast enough.
