With this new sense of self-worth, I match his tongue stroke for stroke. Each time he hits my clit, I go deeper, making him groan. When he probes my opening, I swallow.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last if you keep that up,” he calls out to me.
So I go harder. Not only with my sucking, but upping my pace. What I can’t fit in my mouth, I wrap my hand around and jerk with my movements.
He must be close because his hips start to move with me as he continues to suck, nibble, and probe me. Then I feel his fingers slide inside me.
My own orgasm is building, making me forget all about the slight ache in my jaw. All I care about is getting there and taking Dominic along with me.
I am so focused on losing myself in the sensations that I don’t realize what that new feeling is at first. It feels taboo, yet makes my pussy quiver with excitement.
Then it hits me. He’s massaging my asshole.
I swallow hard, my climax hitting me out of nowhere.
“Oh fuck,” Dominic calls out, his dick jerking in my mouth.
I swallow what I can, but the taste is too much.
Pulling my mouth off, I let the last bit hit me in the face as I spit the rest out onto the floor.
Leaning my head onto his thigh, I take some deep breaths.
That was the most magnificent orgasm I’ve ever had.
“You okay down there, queenie?”
Rolling over so I’m not on top of him, I look up.
He smiles at me. “You look like a wet dream. My cum all over your face. Fuck, I want to fuck you so hard right now.”
I manage a smile. “Why don’t you?”
He shakes his head. “This isn’t one of your romance novels. I need some recovery time, babe. You just rocked my motherfucking world.”
I nod. “You did mine as well. Sorry I spit. I know guys prefer girls who swallow, but it was too much.”
He gets up before coming to lie next to me. He uses his discarded T-shirt to clean up my face before leaning in to kiss me. As his tongue swipes inside my mouth, I suck on it.
He pulls back. “You’re right. I taste like salt. Want me to get you some water?”
“Wait? Did you kiss me so you could taste yourself?”
He sits up, shrugging as he leans over to grab water from the nightstand. After he opens it and hands it to me, he settles next to me.
“I’ve never done that before. Kissed a girl after she had my load in her mouth. I can’t very well blame you for spitting if I don’t know what I taste like. I would have spit too.”
I burst out laughing. “Who the fuck are you? What man willingly tastes himself? You’re crazy, you know that?”
“I do. Crazy for you. Now how about you give me twenty minutes to recover, then I can fuck you until you can’t walk.”
I glance at the clock.
“No can do, sir. How about you clean your kids off the floor while I take a shower? We have to get ready for dinner.”
“Did you just tell me to clean my kids off the floor?”
I shrug. “It fits.”
