She releases my dick to flutter kisses over its length. “You can come, Zach,” she tempts. “I want to taste you.”
Well, that’s me screwed.
Especially as she puts deed to the words by bobbing her head faster, sucking on me harder, taking as much of me as she can which, granted, isn’t a lot, but it’s still heaven.
It’s still Denver’s mouth.
Denny’s mouth.
MyD’s mouth.
Fuck.
FUCK!
I cry out, hoarse with ecstasy as I let it all go, stop holding back, just allow myself to savor whatsheis doing to me.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced either.
She gags on my cum as it pelts her throat, but I’m so busy seeing a kaleidoscope of colors that proves the lust potion theory was bullshit. She has to be feeding me shrooms on the side.
Then, the torture continues. She laps at my cock, cleaning me up, back to humming as her clever fingers jack me off a couple times.
With a hiss, I grab her hand when it shifts toward my balls. “No more.”
She pouts. “But I was a good girl. Don’t I get a reward?”
Ah, shit.
Now Iamscrewed again.
“What reward do you want?”
She smiles. “Seeing as you can get hard again so quickly, I think you—” Her frown ties in with the abrupt end of that sentence.
Just as I’m thinking my dick might get the double treatment, just as I’m attempting not to blush at this reputation I’m already earning by coming fast, but it’s okay because my refractory period is ten out of ten, her head whips to the side.
“Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?” I ask, the words thick and loaded with the need she already stirred in me. “Is it my computer? I swear the characters inRed Mistfart even if the official guide says they don’t.”
“No. Not a fart,” she snipes. “Something in the—” Another frown. Then, I groan when she clambers off the bed.
But when she heads for the door, my brain finally kicks in. “D? Where are you going?”
“Can’t you hear that? In the kitchen?”
Now that she mentions it, thereisa faint clatter.
“Pecan?” I offer weakly.
She pshaws. “This early with no class or practice? No way.”
Because she’s too brave for her own good, Denny’s already halfway out the door before I bridge our fingers and tug her back. Her glare’s corrosive, but I don’t give a shit. I shove her behind me with one hand and cover my cock with the other.
“Pecan, is that you? Because if it is, remind me to beat the crap out of you during practice. You have the worst timing.”
I huff when he doesn’t answer.
