Page 6 of Trusting the Fall
I squeeze my thighs together at his praise and swallow him further down my throat. Damn, he’s so thick.
I coat him up and down, humming each time he reaches the back of my throat. Teasing him the way he did to me until a sudden tap hits my pussy from behind. I gasp, pulling off him and staring at him in disbelief.
“What? Can’t leave this greedy little pussy out.” He puts two fingers into his mouth, drawing them out slowly. “Gotta keep her nice and wet.”
He looks down at his dick, then back at me, and I take it as my cue to continue.
I know how to play this game, though. I spit on the tip of his dick and spread it around, holding him in a firm grip and rotating my wrist, earning a deep groan.
I guide him back to my mouth, sliding right down to the root and letting my tongue flick around him as my mouth bobs.
I feel him lean over my back and then his fingers find my pussy, pumping in and out with the same rhythm that I suck his cock.
I relish every moment my body tightens and shivers in response to his dedicated touch.
“That’s it, baby. You gonna come for me again?”
I lose focus of my movements as he brings me closer to another orgasm. “If you stop, I stop. So keep sucking my dick if you wanna come, Bombshell.”
I wanna come so bad, so I hollow my cheeks and pick up speed, which he then matches.
I’m whimpering around his dick, drool running down my chin.
I’m a hot mess in every way I aspire to be. I feel like a goddamn queen. Normally, I prefer a guy on his knees, making me feel like the goddess I am, but I can’t say I mind this. Not one bit.
“Mmm, making a mess around my cock. Now make a mess of my fingers,” he says while he fucks my face and my pussy as I just sit there and take it. Paralysed in a state of orgasmic Nirvana.
I let out a long, deep moan, then stutter when he shifts his fingers. I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing, but there’s a finger in my pussy and another flicking over my clit ring with fury.
There are so many sensations that I can’t keep up with a single one. A tingling fire ignites deep within, and my arms shake. I pull off his cock and bury my face into the mattress, screaming as I feel my release running down my thighs.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he says as my shaking hands attempt to clutch at the sheets. I let myself fall to my back as I’m gently rolled over. “Squirting all over my fingers like a fucking queen.”
“Huh?” Is he talking to me?
I’ve never fucking squirted in my life. I open one eye just in time to see him round the bed and dive between my legs, lapping gently at my sensitive pussy. Worshipping kisses that have me melting into the bed.
“Told you I was going to worship you, Bombshell.”
“Did I really squirt?” I ask, feeling like I’m about to slip into the most epic sex coma ever.
“You’ve never done that before?” he asks as he climbs up my body, reaches over me to grab the half-opened condom from earlier and fixes it over himself.
I feel an unexpected pang of jealousy, thinking of all the times he may have done that with someone before me.
Not that I should care. I’m far from a virgin. There’s not much I haven’t done in the bedroom.
I shake my head as he flips me over again, pulling on my hips to prop me up onto my knees.
His chest covers my back. One arm wraps under my chest while the other searches for my clit and starts rubbing gently against the sensitive skin.
“Me neither,” he whispers. I meet his eyes over my shoulder.
“You’ve never made a girl squirt before?”
He shakes his head. “Should we see if we can make it happen again?” He pushes into me, and I revel in the slight burn as I stretch around his thick cock.
“Holy fuck,” I say and force myself to relax.
