Page 50 of Special Delivery

I lower my head to his shaft, landing a long lick from the root to the tip, circling the top. He hisses again. I repeat the process a few times before sucking the head into my mouth.

“Fuckkk,” he moans.

My lips widen into a smile around his cock. I continue playing, my tongue swirling his head while my panties grow wetter and wetter.

“Such a fucking good girl,” he purrs. “Take him deep into your mouth, baby. You can do it.”

He seems far too thick for it, but I trust him. More importantly, I want to do it. I want to do my best to earn more of his praise.

I round my teeth, hoping not to hurt him and push him as deep as I can. The moan he lets out turns me feral. He stretches my mouth, the tip of him hitting the back of my throat, but I try harder. Deeper.

Until I gag.

Immediately, my ears heat, humiliation flooding me. “Sorry.” My voice is barely audible.

“Sorry? That was so fucking hot, Paige, that I almost came in your pretty little mouth. But if it was a lot to you, you don’t have to do it anymore.”

“No, I want to,” I blurt out.

“You do?” His eyes are hooded as he stares at me with awe. “You like sucking my cock?”

I nod.

“I think we’re past that, don’t you? Use your words, baby.” His thumb presses on my bottom lip.

“I like sucking your cock.” Instead of embarrassing me further, the statement fills me with determination. Not waiting for a response, I wrap a fist around his root and go back to sucking and licking.

I’m less apprehensive this time. More confident. I know I want it. I know he wants it, too. It’s why I’m shocked when he quickly pulls me off him, leaving my lips swollen and aching for more.

“If you continue doing that, this will be over sooner than I want. Up.”

Encouraged by his praise, I rise. He unbuttons my bra, dropping it to the floor, and trails his thumbs over my sensitive nipples. A whimper bubbles out of my mouth. Next up are my panties, which he peels off me in slow motion. Every touch to my skin prickles it, turning my body into a live wire.

“So fucking pretty,” he says, and I feel lightheaded with his praise. He cups my pussy, spreading the wetness to my clit. “Already so soaked for me. A good girl like you gets off on sucking my cock, huh?”

He doesn’t wait for my response, which is a blessing because I’m not sure I’m able to form one. Rather, he turns my back to the bed and lowers my shoulders so I’m lying down. My knees draw together, a reflex motion of feeling exposed, but he soon spreads them wide enough that I feel the sting on my muscles.

“Don’t hide that pretty pussy from me.” He lowers his mouth to my neck, landing a few slow, but passionate kisses. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it since the last time I tasted it. It’s a problem, really. Not being able to do anything but think about licking this perfect little cunt.”

“Aaah.” I practically vibrate, his words sending shivers all over my body.

His lips travel lower, pausing on my collarbone, my nipples, and my stomach, before finally reaching the spot I need them the most. He sucks my clit into his mouth, breaking my mute spell.

“Holy shit,” I moan out, making him chuckle darkly.

My hands grab the soft bedding, but there’s not enough purchase. He eats me like I’m his favorite meal and my hips start working in tandem with his lips. His beard scratches my skin in an intoxicating way. A finger slips in, and I let out another curse. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time. Finally, my hands give up on the useless sheets, and I curl them into his hair, keeping his head in place.

“That’s it, baby. Use me.” He slips another finger inside, stretching me deliciously, and it’s not long before I’m screaming my orgasm.

My toes curl, my back arches, and my eyes close, but nothing stops the waves of pleasure riding through me. Once I’m sane enough to open my eyes, I notice he’s smirking at me from between my thighs, my wetness shining in his beard. Like a stoner who just got his first hit, my clit starts pulsing, begging for more.

The pressure builds in my chest, up to my throat, before bubbling out of my mouth. “I want you. Inside me.” The breathy voice that exits my mouth is as unfamiliar as the wanton words.

He gives me a half-smile. “There’s nothing I’d want more, Paige. But I don’t have a condom, and I doubt you brought one.”

“Hey!” I slap his shoulder playfully.

“Well, did you?” He’s lying next to me now, the heat radiating off his body making it hard to think straight.