Page 49 of Cuckoo
He snickered. “I just want extra banana pudding.”
“Then that’s what you’ll get.”
I smiled because now they each had someone else to spoil them, and I fucking loved it.
“Well. Move it, son. You hear her stomach? She’s about to starve.”
I laughed. “Yes, sir. Let’s roll out.”
“FUCK, BABY,” I GROANEDas Katrina stared up at me, her delicate fingers wrapped around my shaft like she couldn’t wait to devour me. “Seeing you like this is fucking addicting.”
We got back from dinner with Lou an hour ago, and now both of us were naked, already enjoying round two since I made her come first after we reached my room.
“Jesus. You gotta use that pretty mouth before I explode.”
She smirked, flicking out her tongue to taste me as she ran it along the length, gliding it over the thick vein underneath.
“Such a tease.”
Her mouth covered the tip, and she sucked, pulling the sensitive crown between her lips and allowing the warm wetness to surround it. I jolted, one hand slapping against the wall in order to stay upright.
“Damn, angel. You keep sucking me like that, and I’m going to spurt down your throat.”
“Maybe that’s what I want.”
Fuck. I hoped so.
She eagerly devoured me, shoving my cock into her mouth like she needed to be stuffed and couldn’t wait another minute. If I died right now, I wouldn’t regret a single thing. Nothing other than her pussy ever felt this fucking amazing.
Her soft touch and tender licks were at war with how aggressively she held onto me and bobbed her head, messy, dripping saliva from her mouth, but so fucking eager to please me that I could come from that knowledge alone.
“You’re so good at this, baby.”
She loved my encouragement. I could see it with the way her brown eyes deepened, and the lust filled them, but also a twinkle of determination and love. She was enjoying this as much as I was, which was a turn-on.
I could feel my orgasm building fast. I began to pump my hips, stroking her long dark hair until I placed my hand on the back of her head, slowly guiding her movements. She slurped and gagged but didn’t stop, only caring about my pleasure.
My growls and groans of approval got her excited, too.
She lowered her hand, reaching between her legs to play with her clit as she gripped me, still doing her best to bob her head as she moaned. The vibration of her voice, the heat, the saliva, and the wave of bliss were too much.
I shuddered as I came, fucking her face briefly as I gave in to the pleasure. My cum filled her mouth and overflowed, spilling onto her chin as she swallowed several times. It wasn’t enough to contain it all.
With satisfaction, I brought her to her feet, watching her slide the rest of my jizz into her mouth and lick her fingers clean.
“So good.”
Fuck. Me. I needed this every single day for the rest of my life.
“Angel, I’ve just been pussy whipped.”
“Lip whipped, too?”
I snorted. “That mouth is dangerous.”
“So you can’t get enough?”
“No,” I growled.
