Fuck…
It was like the tenth time she’d totally fucking stopped. I’d lost count, but it was definitely way too many times. My balls ached and my whole body felt like it was about toexplode.
“Roni… babe,” Ibreathed.
She flickered her tongue over my slit, lapping up the pre-come that had leakedout.
Then she pushed down, taking me deep, and the rushstarted.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come,babe…”
“Mmm.” She slithered her tongue all over my dick, squeezed the base and pulled… and it was all over. I gripped her hair and held her down as the orgasm rocked me. As I came in her tight, wet mouth, my dick jerked what felt like a hundred times. While I shot into her, my brain smashed around in my head and the whole world went dark. There was nothing but her, me, her hair in my fist, her fuckingmouth.
“Jesus Christ,” I heard myself say when I finished shooting. Her mouth was still on me, gently working, easing me back down. Then she released my dick with a sexy, wet sound—right before it became too fuckingmuch.
I relaxed with a roughsigh.
I watched her lick herlip.
I released her hair and smoothed it gently back from her face, just catching mybreath.
“Fuck… was that okay?” I’d pretty much held her there as I jerked in her throat, out of my mind with lust, like some fucking caveman. “Was that toorough?”
She just kinda smiled at me, cocking her head. I knew thatlook.
I like itrough.
She’d told me that, too. Long ago. But some girls said that, didn’t really mean it. And some girls’ definition of “rough” was different than othergirls’.
“Answerme.”
“It was hot,” she said, sliding back up into herseat.
“Where you goin’?” I reached for her, hungry to do the same to her as she’d just done to me. Slowly and for-fucking-ever.
Girl thought she knew how to inflicttorture?
She’d barely met my tongueyet.
But sheresisted.
“C’mere,” I said. I took her face in my hands, pulled her toward me; that gorgeous fucking face with her lips all swollen. “Come give me that pussy. I wanna taste you,V…”
She broke away before I could kiss her. “No.”
“Youdon’twanna sit on my face?” I asked, disbelieving, as she slid away onto the farthest edge of herseat.
“No. Thank you.” She flipped down the visor to get at the mirror, and started touching up her lips with her fuck-me lipgloss.
I blinked at her, confused as shit. “You’re just gonna call it a fuckin’night?”
“Yeah. I’m done.” She gestured at my dick. “That was for the comment about my ‘cocksuckinglips.’”
“Huh? What comment?” I did up my jeans with some struggle and blew out a breath; fucking sensitive. Wasn’t sure my dick was ever gonna be the same. “That wasn’t even my comment, sweetheart. That was fuckin’ Zane’scomment.”
“Either way.” She finished glossing her gorgeous lips in the mirror, then looked at me, making a bitchy kissyface.
“You serious? You pissed aboutthat?”
