“What do you want?” she asks breathily. So beautifully happy to please.
“Your hair,” I grit out. My hand is moving faster on my cock now. My balls are tingling. I’m not going to last when she’s gazing up at me like that.
She brings her hand up and slides the hair elastic fromher long brown locks, and it spills like liquid silk over her shoulders.
I groan, and my cock throbs. She’s stunning naked. In her usual clothes and neat hair, she’s lovely, but natural like this, I want her so badly it’s an insistent ache behind my balls.
I would love to fuck her, and put a baby in her. I’m thrusting my cock into my hand now, desperate to come. I’d paint my seed right up inside her, where it would get her pregnant. The vision of her belly rounded with my child is irresistible.
“Please.” Callie reaches out for my cock, and puts her soft little hand onto mine. “Show me how to. I want to do it for you.”
I force myself to slow my jerking fist to a crawl, because if Callie wants to practice on me? Who am I to deny her anything? I’m her slave.
The only woman in the world whose touch I enjoy. She could ask me for the moon on a stick, and I’d storm over to NASA and make them understand that’s their top priority.
I keep my breathing as even as I can as I shift my hand to reveal part of my length. And ohhh, her fingers, tentative as they are, feel even better than mine. It shouldn’t. She’s inexperienced, but I’m incredibly turned on by her.
I let out a rough groan as she moves her hand up and down my shaft, gaze flicking between my cock and my face. She’s so curious, tilting her head to look at my cock from new angles. She really is totally innocent, and the thought of showing her how we’d fit together, and introducing her to pleasures of every sort, makes my head swim with the possibilities.
“It’s so silky. And hard. And big.” There’s no guile in her comments. It’s just her observations as she works herpalm over me. She doesn’t know to focus on the head, but my body doesn’t care.
I can’t help but laugh. “You say all the right things, Callie.”
Her smile is pleased as she looks up at me. Our eyes lock, and a surge of euphoria makes me tremble.
“Does it feel good?” she asks. “I want it to be as good for you as?—”
“Everything you do is perfect,” I cut her off.
“But I want to make you come,” she insists.
“There is no chance I won’t.” My balls are drawing up, responding to her. Pleasure tingles at the base of my spine.
“What about like this?” She strokes me cautiously towards the head.
“Yes. You can grip me harder.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Her eyes are wide with a combination of worry and curiosity.
“It feels good. It feels more than good. Like when I was licking you as though you were my last meal.”
She smiles and tightens her grip. But I can see that mind of hers working, too.
“Would you mind if I put my mouth on you?” she asks hesitantly.
It’s too much. Far more than I thought she’d volunteer. This pretty, sunny girl wants to put my monster cock between her lips.
I grunt and nod. “Anything you want.”
I can’t guarantee I’ll last, but I’m happy to let her play with me as she likes.
Her lips are pink and lush, and she licks them as she brings her head to my cock, having to angle it down because she’s tiny.
Breathing is impossible as she leans in, and touches herlips to where there’s pre-come beading my tip. It’s butterfly-light, but I’m primed. I’ve needed this since we first touched.
Then all my dreams are true, because she opens her mouth, and tries to cram as much of my cock in as she can.
I blow. Instantly. There’s no warning, for her or for me. I knew I was close, but the orgasm explodes out of me, catching me by surprise. I erupt in her mouth, and I try to apologise, but I’m choked by the bone-shattering pleasure that is sweeping away all other bodily functions. Including holding myself still. I sway, and my cock pops out of Callie’s mouth as another wave catches me and I paint a stripe right over her shocked face.
