“Hmm?”
“I’m not expected to put your entire dick in my mouth, am I?”
“Sure you are,” he replied, and cracked open one eye. Her mouth hung open in disbelief, and he chuckled. “I’m kidding.”
“Phew!” she breathed. “Because I’d choke.”
“Thanks for the compliment,” he replied. “Now why don’t you put your tongue on me again.”
She leaned over once more and swirled her tongue over his head. She tasted the tiniest bit of salted precome and thought she was doing something right. She moved her hand farther down his shaft and took more of him in her mouth. Her teeth grazed his flesh, and he hissed.
“Watch the teeth,” he instructed.
“Sorry,” she mumbled with her mouth full.
Her hair hung forward, tickling his stomach, and he lifted it up and out of the way so he could watch her. She sat up suddenly.
“What do I do? Just, like, bob my head up and down?”
“Yeah,” he replied. “You can make it really wet and then stroke it with your hand. Right here.” He showed her by wrapping his hand around his penis right under the head. “Move your mouth on me in the same motion as your hand. That feels really good.”
She nodded and went to work, bobbing her head on him and inadvertently drooling in the process. He felt her throat constrict when she took too much of him in her mouth, and he thought he could come right then. She pulled back and coughed and spluttered.
“Tough, huh?” he asked, watching her wipe spit from her chin.
“This is no joke!” she said, and he laughed. “I’m serious, Mark! There’s a lot of stuff going on down there. My mouth already hurts.”
“Poor baby,” he replied, stroking her cheek. “Now get to it.”
“Mark!” she squealed, slapping his thigh.
“Suck my cock, you little feral animal.”
She ran her fingernails down his thighs leaving faint white lines on his jeans.
“Exactly,” he whispered. “Feral.”
She grabbed his penis and squeezed. And then she looked at him surprised. She thought he’d yelp.
“Do it again,” he said.
She squeezed harder, staring up at him through wide eyes.
“Put your mouth on me.”
She bent to her work, sucking his dick like the feral creature he described, stroking him with her hand like he showed her, trying desperately to make him come before she got lockjaw. She never knew a blowjob could be so much work, and her most difficult task was teeth placement. She tried to keep them out of the way, but her mouth was tiny. Didn’t he know that? She thought she told him she had four teeth removed because her mouth couldn’t hold all thirty-two. She was sure she told him.
Mark groaned as her lips moved up and down over his shaft. Her hand/mouth coordination wasn’t exactly synced, but that wouldn’t keep him from coming. He helped her out once, but her timing was soon off again, and he rather enjoyed watching her clumsy job instead of instructing her. He didn’t want her to do it any other way. There was something completely animal about it—her mouth moving by instinct even if her hand couldn’t quite keep up.
He was there before he knew it.
“Cadence . . .”
“Mmmm?”
“Move.”
She wouldn’t. He didn’t know what she thought she had to prove, but he hadn’t the time to figure it out. He exploded in her mouth a split second after choking out the words, “Tongue. Back!” She didn’t understand and squealed on his penis as he came in her. His semen hit the back of her throat, triggered her gag reflex, and she dry heaved then spit all over his jeans.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she said, semen dripping from the corner of her lips. “I’m so grossed out!”
Mark burst out laughing.
“Mark! Oh my God! That’s so disgusting! Why didn’t you tell me??”
“I tried,” he argued. “I said to put your tongue back.”
Cadence shook her head. “How am I supposed to know what that means?”
He stared at the bit of semen that collected in the corner of her mouth—the bit that didn’t make its way down her chin.
“Lick your lips,” he said.
Her little pink tongue darted out and swiped the corners of her lips. She swallowed then looked at him with pathetic desperation.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he said. “Next time you’re gonna be naked when you blow me.”
“Next time?” she replied. “Yeah right.”
He chuckled and reached for the tissues, pulling out several to clean his jeans.
“You can’t give me something so amazing and then take it back. I’m spoiled now. I’m gonna expect a blowjob all the time.”
She considered this. “Fine. But you can’t come in my mouth.”
“Sure thing.”
She eyed him suspiciously. “You will tell me when you’re about to come, right?”
“Of course.” His eyes glinted with mischievousness.
“I mean it, Mark,” she warned.
“Oh, I know.” He zipped and buttoned his jeans.
“Good,” she replied. “Now put your head between my legs and make me come.”