Her eyes widen when she sees my cock. I lie still and pray she doesn’t run out of the room screaming. It’s not like I’m hung like a donkey. I’m just incredibly exposed right now and either she’s going to take advantage of it—like I hope—or freak out and run—like I fear.
“Whose horse is that?” she asks, her voice pitched higher than normal.
“What?”
“That’s not going to fit,” she whispers, gawking at my dick. “That’s likenevergoing to fit.”
“Yes, it will.”
She won’t break eye contact with it. Damn, had she not looked in the shower? My mind races through those precious moments and no, I don’t think she did. Okay. Wow. If she didn’t look then, I’ll make sure she keeps staring now.
Pride swells in my chest along with a hefty dose of confidence as my hand trails down my chest, teasing, tempting, like I’m her personal thirst trap. Her gaze stays locked on my body while I wrap my hand around the base of my dick and stroke it nice and slow, once… twice…
Her chest rises and falls as she watches me.
“See something you want?” I tease while sliding my fingers up and down my shaft.
“Just… give me a minute.” She swallows hard. “You have no idea how long I’ve been fantasizing about seeing you naked.”
She shouldn’t have said that, because now I’m going to put on a show. Give her a view that will sear into her brain and ruin all other men for her.
I slide up the bed and relax my head on a pillow. Then I spread my thighs a little more and continue to run my fingers up and down my shaft. I keep my gaze locked on hers, loving that she’s still looking where my hand is, and then I grip the base of my dick and squeeze it hard. It feels so good I groan, which drags her attention up to my eyes. I spit on my hand and stroke myself again. Nice and slow. With my otherhand, I crook my finger to beckon her over.
She doesn’t move.
That’s okay. I’ll let her watch all she wants. Biting my lip, I tip my head back, making my strokes longer and a little faster. Running my other hand all over my body, I stop at my pec and squeeze it and pinch my nipple. Groan again. Closing my eyes, I part my lips, and whisper her name.
The bed dips when she climbs onto it again.
“Such a fucking tease,” she murmurs before putting her mouth over the head of my cock.
“Fuuuuck.” My hips kick up of their own accord, so she has to take me deeper down her throat. My hands thread into her hair so I can hold myself there a little longer. Taylor takes as much of me as she can, until she gags, and I almost come on the spot. The groan that rumbles out of me now is more like a whimper. Taylor sucks me as if she’s trying to memorize my veins with her tongue. Her head bobs and my toes curl. Then she takes more of me until I hit the back of her throat. She gags again but doesn’t stop.
“Pull off,” I beg.
She doesn’t.
“Shit, Taylor, you gotta pull off.”
But my hand’s still on the top of her head, setting a nice pace as she sucks me off and I’m going to blow my load in three seconds if she doesn’t stop. “Please… mmph… I’m gonna…”
She starts slurping, and that’s what does it for me. No man can resist a gluck-gluck-6000. I come in her mouth, my cock pulsing hard and stars burst in my vision. When she pulls back, Taylor’s got some of my cum on her mouth and chin. Before I can do something about it, she wipes her finger across themess and sucks her digit clean.
I groan, watching her. “That was hot.”
“I think I unhinged my jaw.”
That makes me sit up, terrified I hurt her. “Shit. Are you okay?”
Taylor freezes for a second, her eyebrows knitting together, and then she busts out laughing. “Oh my god, you should see your face right now.” She cackles and holds her chest and tips her head back and laughs even louder.
What a brat!
“Think that’s funny, do you?” I flip her over, so we’ve switched positions. “Let’s see if you’re still laughing in thirty seconds.”
I’ll only need ten.
Taylor giggles but whatever was about to come out of her smart mouth cuts off once my tongue glides up her cunt. Spreading her pussy lips, I look at how pretty it is, lock in on her clit, and get to flicking my tongue.
