He straightens, and his huge dick is straining his jeans right in front of my face. I swallow nervously and look up. When I meet his eyes, he smiles. “That’s what I like to see.” He brings his finger under my chin and lifts it up. “You, right where you’re supposed to be, with your mouth open, looking so innocent and scared.”
I think my panties just evaporated. I knew Justin was a very experienced man, but I never expected him to be so dirty.
And I never expected myself to be the one to like it.
“Should I punish you for that?” He says as he plants his hand on his cock and strokes it a few times over the jean material.
“I think you should." I surprise us both with my answer, and his hand stills, his mouth dropping open. I surprise us both some more when I bring my hands to his front and pull the zipper down. He takes a shuddering breath.
Once the zipper is down, I pull his fully hard cock free. I lick my lips and glance at him. His nostrils are flared, his mouth ajar, his eyes trained on my mouth.
"Have you done this before?" He croaks, his voice low and strained.
"No," I answer honestly.
"Fuck. Me." He growls as he looks up at the ceiling. Then he wipes his face with his hand and shifts his attention back to me. "I'm kind of big; you don't have to—"
I don’t let him finish. I grab the base of his cock and lick the tip. I've watched enough porn to know the basics; I can figure the rest as I go. It's not rocket science.
“Oh, fuck, Kayla. Your mouth is so hot.” He clasps his hands behind his back, clearly restraining himself, his muscles all over his body strained. But he’s still in control, and once in a blue moon, I want to be the one. So I grip his cock tighter and guide him on. His breath hitches and I suck him deeper, hollowing my cheeks. Once he hits the back of my throat, my throat constricts at the intrusion, and I gag. He immediately pulls back, but I grip him by the ass and push him back to me, taking him as deep as I can.
“Baby, you don’t have to—” I suck him harder, and he inhales loudly. “Kayla, you don’t need to—”
But I don't let him finish because I take him as deep as I can, overcoming my gag reflex. And it's deep. Man, is it deep. Justin growls something incoherent and leans forward, resting his hands on the back of the couch, accidentally inserting himself even deeper inside my throat with the movement. I gag again, but this time he doesn't pull back. He keeps thrusting, meeting my mouth halfway. At this point, I don't even bobble my head anymore: he's just making use of my mouth. And he’s right, he is fucking big, so I work the rest of his length that doesn’t fit with my hands. Eventually, I drop them. Justin’s too far gone, and I’m enjoying it.
He keeps thrusting and growling while I dig my fingers into his ass.
“Oh fuck.” He says as he pulls out with a loud pop. Saliva is dripping from my mouth, but he drops to his knees on the floor and pulls me to him. Covering my mouth with his, he suffocates me with the kiss. I barely had any oxygen while his dick occupied my mouth, which is only replaced by his tongue. But I don’t complain.
Suddenly, he breaks our kiss, grabs me by the back of my thighs, and pulls me closer to him. I’m half-laying on the couch while he rips my underwear off.
“I’ll buy you another one.”
“So I’ve heard.” I should keep a count of all the underwear he keeps destroying.
His voice takes a dangerous tone. “Did you wear this dress for him?”
“What if I did?” Seems like I can’t help but challenge him today.
“Then I’d have to punish you again.”
At this idea, sparkles ignite inside my belly, and I laugh. It's low and sensual, and very, very unlike me. "Maybe you should."
"Yeah, I definitely should." He says as he brings his mouth to my completely soaked pussy. I relax into the cushions, knowing I'm up for a very good time. "Fuck, Kayla, you are so wet just from sucking me off." I can feel him breathing the words on my heated core. I’m aching and sore, and I just need release.
"Shut up, Justin," I say as I grab him by the hair and pull him into me. His low chuckle is the last comprehendible sound he makes before my moaning fills the room.
When I’m close, so deliciously close, he pulls away with an evil smile.
“Justin!” I yelp.
“Punishment, baby. Don’t forget.” He stands up, pulls his pants off, and grabs me by my ass, twisting us in the air as he lands on the couch, and I'm the one straddling him. "You're on the pill, right?" I nod. "Is this okay…?" He let the thought trail off as he helps to lift me up on my knees with one hand and grabs his dick in his other, moving its head under my core.
“Yeah,” I swallow a huge lump in my throat. After feeling his raw skin inside me, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to settle for any barrier between us.
He guides himself in, and I get ready for pain. It doesn’t come. I’m so wet and ready that he can slide halfway inside in just one go.
“Ah,” I breathe out.
