“Both.”
“Will you help me hold my hair back? I don’t mind if you get a little rough,” she adds. “If I need up for air, I’ll tap your leg twice, okay?”
Holy fuck. Up for air?
Both her hands go into her hair as she works her fingers through the curls, pulling it up to the top of her head. The movement puts her full breasts on display, her perky nipples pointed right at me. If I’m a king, she’s a fucking queen. She oozes confidence. She knows exactly what she wants, and I’m going to let her have it.
She holds her hair up with one hand, pressing in between my legs until her knees hit the base of the couch. She taps my hip with her free hand, and I shift down a little, reclining back against the cushions. “Take my hair, Ryan,” she directs.
My left hand sweeps up to wrap around hers at her crown. She slips her hand out and now it’s me holding her hair back so she can choke on my dick. It twitches in desperation, ready for her. Her hands smooth up my thighs one more time, and then she’s holding me at the base, her tongue teasing my tip. I groan, eyes shut tight, as her wet mouth sucks on my tip. I know this is just a tease. She’s barely getting started. I mutter a curse as she takes a little more of me into her mouth.
“Fuck, that feels good.” Both my hands are in her hair now, bracing her head as she bobs. She sucks and teases, fluttering her tongue.
“Mmm…” She hums against my tip, and I feel the vibrations shooting straight through me to my spine. “You taste good. I want you to give me more. Give me everything. I’m swallowing.”
Oh my fucking god, she has to stop talking.
Also, she better never fucking stop.
Both.
Neither.
I can’t fucking think—
“Let go,” she murmurs. “I feel you holding on so tight.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say, echoing her words from earlier, my hands soft in her hair.
She pulls back, glancing up at me. “You won’t. I refuse to succumb to death by dick. But I love the thrill of being used. Now, fuck my mouth the way you’re dying to, and come down my throat.”
“Fuck.” My hands tighten in her hair. “Suck it. Put it in your mouth. No more fucking talking.”
With an eager smile, she does as she’s told, and the dopamine hit of her obedience has me feeling high. She wraps her mouth around me and sinks down, finally giving me more than a little teasing suck. I shift my hips, inching forward so I have better leverage. My hands move with her head, fingers digging into her curls, as she bobs up and down.
Desperate to give her more, I give a little practice press of my hips, moving against her mouth. She groans her approval, her hands smoothing over my hips. I do it again, my brain scrambling as the only sound that fills the room is her humming and moaning as she sucks.
“Feels so fucking good,” I pant, my hips moving in time with her. “Baby, I want more. Can I—god—I want—”
She drops her face lower, her nose all but brushing my trimmed pubes as my whole body is flooded with the sensation of my dick tapping the back of her throat. I can’t breathe as she gags herself on my length and my tip is squeezed in her throat.
“Oh fuck—fuck—” I cry out, my hands tightening in her hair.
She lifts up, panting for air as her saliva coats me from tip to root.
“Again,” I beg. “Do it again—please—”
She does, and I ride with her this time, my hands ready as I grip and pull, thrusting with my hips until it’s me doing the work, tapping the back of her throat with my dick until she gags and pulls back.
“Fuck, Ryan,” she whimpers, wiping her mouth as she glances up at me. Her eyes are watering, her mascara is smeared, and she looks like my every fantasy. “I’m so close,” she says up at me. My left hand is still holding her hair, though several of the curls have come loose, framing her freckled face. “I’m gonna work my clit and go again and we’ll come together, yeah?”
I nod. It’s all I can manage. I certainly can’t manage words right now. I don’t think I’ve ever come with a woman at the same time before. It’s always just been her then me. I’m on fire with the need to see this through. I feel like I’ll hold mine off for a lifetime if it means we come together.
She drops her hand down between her legs, fingering herself. I can’t see anything with the angle of the couch, but in moments, she opens her eyes, her chest flushed as she lifts her fingers. I look down at them, seeing how they glisten.
“See what you do to me?”
“Give it to me,” I order, my voice low as I tug on her hair.
She leans forward, holding up her fingers for me to taste.
I suck her fingers into my mouth, savoring her sweetness. I let her go, and she drops her hand to my thigh. “Come with me,” I pant, reeling her in closer. “My queen, my fucking goddess. Claim me. Take everything.”
She smiles, slipping her hand back between her legs. She sucks in a sharp little breath, and I know she’s just fingered herself. It’s so fucking hot.
“Get on my dick,” I say, pulling her forward by her hair. “Baby, I need to come. Don’t stop ‘til I come.”
She keeps one hand on her clit and the other wraps around my base, holding me in place as she sinks her mouth back on me. That moment of connection, her tongue pulsing along my shaft as she takes me deep, has me seeing stars. I grip her hair with both hands, watching every second of her swallowing me.
“I’m so fucking close. Tell me you’re close. Come with me. Please—Tess—come with me, baby—”
She moans around my dick, the sound making the sweetest vibrations that I feel all over my body. I watch the movement of her arm, her fingers rubbing hard over her clit. She’s claiming that friction she says she craves.
She pops off my dick, panting for air as she cries out. “Ohmygod—I’m right there—ah—”
I silence her cry, pulling her back onto me. I brace my shaft with one hand and guide her head with the other, arching up with my hips as I gag her, coming down her throat. I cry out, too, head tipping back as my hips shake. I feel like I’m bursting open, like everything that is me is leaving me through my dick. I’m giving it to her. She’s taking it. Both. Everything.
Her body rocks against mine as she rides out her own orgasm. We share a moment of connection as we release, two people becoming one. It’s unlike any orgasm I’ve ever had. I’m utterly spent, and yet I never want to stop. It’s fucking cosmic.
After a moment, I sink back against the cushions, my body humming, as my hands loosen in her hair. I lift her off me and she’s breathing deep through her nose, swallowing what I gave her. Her body is unsteady as she sinks down in a heap at my feet, her face resting on my inner thigh.
I let go of her hair, and it flops over my right knee. I pet her with smooth strokes. I feel like I just finished a game with three OTs. I’m light as a feather and heavy as stone. I don’t think I could stand right now if I tried.
Her hands slip around my calves as she holds onto me. She sits at my feet, entangled in my legs, saying nothing. We’re beyond words in this moment. I know she feels it too.
I gaze down at her, this rare beauty. Her makeup is smudged, and her freckled cheeks are flushed. I know if I taste her right now, she’ll taste like me.
Before either of us can speak, there’s a soft buzzing on the floor. Someone is calling.
She sits up as she looks around, her eyes still glassy.
“It’s your phone,” I say, too relaxed to move.
“My phone?”
“In my pocket.”
She digs in the pocket of my discarded jeans and takes out her little prepaid cellphone. Glancing up at me, she puts a finger to her lips, her meaning obvious.
I’m not here.
She puts the phone to her ear. “Hey, Rach, what’s up?” she says, her tone falsely bright. “Kinda late for a phone call. I—” She goes still, her gaze shooting up to me as her eyes go wide.
I sit forward, immediately on alert. Something’s wrong. I watch as her blissed-out smile falls, replaced with confusion, then horror.
She scrambles naked to her feet. “Ohmygod, what?”
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