With some pre-cum already leaking out of it, I stammer, “I-I feel like you’re dosing me with lust potion when you make me a coffee.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment and not an insult that you think I’m drugging you… Lust potion.” She snickers. “You’re such a Middle-earth nerd.”
Ignoring her teasing, I release a shaky breath when D follows the path of that bead of pre-cum with her lips.
“Fuck.” I close my eyes to stave off what’s already looming.
Jesus.
Christ.
Her tongue swipes down, flattening before stroking back up. She prods the slit then purses her lips around it, sucking until my hips buck and I’m cursing, “Fuck, D.”
“We need to work on your vocabulary,” she murmurs, but the words are whispered against the tip and I feel the vibrations like she’s using a goddamn vibrator on me.
“Vocabulary isn’t my problem right now,” I half-croak when she chuckles, letting me feel that too.
She has no idea how hard it is to hold off my orgasm.
I’d be seriously worried if I didn’t know she was the only trigger ofmy cum-happy problem.I don’t need her to know that sometimes, with other women, I find it hard to finish. Especially if they bore me.
A hum tortures me this time as she gathers spit and lets it trail down my cock. That gets followed by her tongue too. When she pushes it against my balls so she can anoint the upper half, I shudder.
“D, you need to give me a second if you want to keep on edging me,” I warn, fisting the sheets to hold off.
In answer, her fingers find my balls and she uses some of the escaped saliva to coat them in it then twists them in her grip and tugs. Hard.
Because I can’t watch her do this, I stare blindly at the ceiling, thinking about anything other than her mouth.
Coach doing a striptease.
Pecan fucking our vacuum—anything.
I cannot come so fast.
I can’t.
My reputation can’t stand another blow.
LITERALLY.
My fists slam into the mattress when she finally slips the tip between her lips and bobs her head until she takes half of me into the agonizing warmth of her mouth.
From the periphery of my vision, I can see her and I close my eyes.
Pecan. Coach. Vacuum cleaner. Stripper pole.
She swirls her tongue this way and that over the vein while she moves her head too. I can tell this is her first time because she accidentally gags once or twice and there’s hesitancy to some of her actions, but my girl’s got serious talent.
I am a nano-inch from disaster.
She knows too—it gives her confidence.
Decimating me does that.
I’m catching on to her devious brain.
Shuddering when she graces me with a particularly hard suck, I snap my hand out and cup the back of her head. “You do this too well, precious…” I break off, feeling beads of sweat pop on my brow.
