When she kneels next to my feet, my cock can’t help but respond. It presses against the seam of my sweats, and if I were in tighter pants I’d be uncomfortable right now.
She tugs my sweatpants down my thighs, letting my cock spring free. It’s already wet, and from the hunger in Pitstop’s eyes, it’s about to get wetter.
She licks her lips again. “You sure?”
My nod is short, because I’m already pushing her head toward my crotch. “Please?”
She grins up at me, her hair falling around her face. “I like hearing you say please.” She pulls back. “Maybe I’ll just sit here and make you say please all night.”
I shove her face closer to my cock, and she kisses the tip. Fuck. The brief moment of contact is enough to send lightning dancing up my spine.
When she tickles the head of my cock with the tip of her tongue a shiver rolls through me. “Fuck, Pistop.”
“You literally summoned me back to suck you off?”
Shrugging at her just makes her smile wider.
“What can I say? The urge to cover your sassy face in my cum was just too much to handle.”
She sucks my cock all the way to the back of her throat, then hums, loudly.
Fucking hell. The tingles she sends over my body are warm and race everywhere all at once.
“Penelope.” Her name catches in the back of my throat.
“Shhh,” she mumbles around my cock. “Just let me take care of you.”
Is there anything more beautiful than a gorgeous woman on her knees sucking your cock?
If there is, I haven’t found it.
Her hair ripples in the light as she bobs her head up and down, hollowing out her cheeks as she sucks me like she might be able to suck the pain out of my body if she sucks hard enough.
When I spear my fingers into her hair, she moans, gurgling against my tip as her drool drips from the shaft.
“So fucking sexy, Pitstop.”
When she cups and squeezes my balls, my eyes roll back in my head. The heaviness building, coupled with the pressure from her palm, is almost enough to push me over the edge.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” My hip bucks, sending my cock against her throat, and she gags.
“Sorry. I?—”
She stops me from pulling back, gripping my hips so I can’t take my cock back even an inch. And she sucks harder.
There’s little warning before I buck again, sending jets of cum into the back of her throat. She looks up at me, her eyes wide and watering, then smiles.
Shit.
If I had any more cum left in my balls, she’d make me blow my load all over again, just from that satisfied look in her eyes.
She rests her head on my lap as I catch my breath, stroking the side of her face.
“I needed that.” Not quite sure if I mean the purge of my parent’s things, hanging with the twins and drinking a beer, or the fact my beautiful girl came back to make me feel better. Maybe all of it.
Emotion wells in my chest, an unexpected lump appearing in my throat, expanding so big it makes me croak.
“Tate?” Concerned eyes look up at me from my lap.
