“Come for me, baby.”
And I did.
Fast and unsteady, I came onto his fingers.
Christian gave me multiple orgasms and I gave him zero.
He was rock hard beneath me but didn’t voice what he wanted.
I wanted to give it to him.
All of it—whatever it was.
He stared at me with confusion when I got down to my knees. “I want you in my mouth.”
“Baby, you don’t have to do that for me.”
I tugged his boxers down with aggression and determination. “I’m not. This is for me.”
My mouth watered at the sight.
Pre-cum leaked from his tip and he was huge in my palms.
“Look at you,” his thumb swiped over my mouth, opening it. He took it as an opportunity to slip his fingers inside. “Suck, baby.” I followed his command. The taste of me coated my tongue. I squeezed my thighs, holding back on the wetness leaking out of me.
“You want to suck my cock?” He gritted.
I hummed.
I swirled my tongue around his fingers.
He took his fingers out with a lewd pop and impatience tore into me.
No more waiting.
With one hand on his muscular thigh, I put him in my mouth.
“Fuck, Adelaide.” Christian’s head tips back with agroan. I slowly slid my mouth down his length, unendurably slow, breathing through my nose and taking him as far back as I could.
I really challenged myself by swallowing and taking more of him.
“Where the fuck did you learn how to do this?” He wrapped my hair around his one hand, bopping my head to a rhythm only we could hear.
I was drunk on him. I didn’t care that he held most of the control or that he was a big man towering over me. All I cared about was I had the ability to make him fall apart in front of me. He was in my mouth. He was going to squirt on my tits and paint me with his come.
He wasmine.
“Yeah,” he groaned when I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and played with his balls. “Right there, baby. Right fucking there.”
My nails dug into his thighs, but he didn’t seem to care.
I squeezed my eyes shut; it was sensory overload, but I loved it. I wanted more of him—of this.
Everyday.
For the rest of my life.
“Look at me when you’re sucking my cock.” Moving my hands upwards to the ridges of his abdomen, I traced the lines of his perfected abs while sucking him harder and harder. Averting from his perfect body to his majestic eyes, Christian stared down with restrained tenderness and wiped a wet corner of my lips. “You look so fucking pretty like this, Adelaide.”
