It’s beautiful.
Thick.
Veiny.
Long.
Dark.
And, curvy.
I held my breath as I marveled at the beauty before me. My hands developed minds of their own. I leaned forward, wrapping my fingers around him. He was heavy in my hands. My mouth watered, urging me down from the counter I sat atop.
On my knees, I pulled Josiah into my mouth. My eyes found his. I witnessed the birth of the protest within those orbs. Still, I defied him. His silent request. His desire. I had some of my own. And, before I fulfilled his, mine was the priority.
“Fuck,” he grunted, shoulders caving inward.
Saliva coated his tool. I reeled him in until he touched the back of my throat. Slowly, I eased him out of my mouth. A heartbeat formed inside of my pussy.
“Shit.”
I tightened my mouth around Josiah while placing my right hand around him, again. In sync, my head and hand began to slide down the length of him. Together, they pulled back, revisiting the tip of his shaft.
He was tasteless, yet so tasteful. Savory. Sinful. Better than anything that had ever touched my tastebuds. I rejoiced silently.
“Mmmm.”
I could have him for breakfast. For lunch. For dinner. And, for seconds. Josiah was unbelievable. He was unreal. I desperately wanted to please him. To milk him. To relieve him of his semen. To empty his balls. To leave him withered and ashamed.
Bubbles formed around my mouth as my pace increased. So did my hunger. I buried him between my jaws.
Over and over.
“Fuck!”
Over and over.
“Range–”
Over and over.
Relentlessly.
Irrationally.
Over and over.
Wildly.
Over and over.
“Uggghhhhhh.” I gagged.
Puke threatened to spill. I wished I cared. Unfortunately, I didn’t.
Over and over.
“Shit, baby.”
