She pulled off to where her lips still touched the head of his cock. “Iwantit,” she whispered. “Give it to me, Sir. Let me have it.” Followed by going deep again, swallowing.
She reached up to his hands, laced fingers with him, and squeezed, pressing, trying to show him.
I gotta teach him, that’s all. Some guys don’t know it’s okay to take what’s being freely offered.
Picking up the pace, she deep-throated him, not quite face-fucking herself onto his cock, but pretty damn close. When she swallowed hard, closing her lips around the root so she’d have good suction, that’s what finally shoved him over the edge.
A happy moan escaped her as she felt his fingers close on her scalp and she tasted more than pre-cum, jets of hot, salty cum filling her mouth.
Her eyes fell closed, her heart happy that she could do this for him, subspace beckoning her.
Yeesss.
As he softened in her mouth, she melted against his legs, not releasing his hands, gently stroking his cock with her tongue and hoping to quickly work him up a second time so they could have even more fun. She wanted to teach him everything, show him how good this could be.
And this time, she wouldn’t be an idiot and break up with him.
Chapter Thirteen
Axel…wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened.
Oh, sure, biologically he knew he’d climaxed.
Best goddamned orgasm he could remember having in…ever.
Still she knelt there, staring up at him, smiling around his cock.
Why isn’t she letting me go?
Why’s she holding my hands on her head?
Now that he could actually think, he understood she wasn’t simply waiting. It was like she was coaxing his cock, trying to get his interest up a second time.
God help him, it’d been fucking years since he’d had more than one orgasm in a week, much less in a day, and he already felt an unfamiliar and extraordinarilyhawtsensation in his cock.
Like he was trying to stiffen again.
“W-what about you?”
She didn’t stop smiling, didn’t release his cock, only arched one eyebrow in a playful “whataboutme”kind of way.
When he tried to move his hands, she laced her fingers through his, keeping them in place on her head. He couldn’t really move, pinned there leaning against the sofa with his confused cock in her mouth.
Except his cock wasn’t confused about not wanting to move, even if it was trying to decide what the hell had just happened and what was still going on.
Or may be about to happen.
Again.
Her mouth caressed him, sweet and hot and achingly tender. Lingering.
Like she was in no hurry to move.
Holy shit, sheswallowed!
He didn’t know why that fact had taken so long to sink home.
Maybe because my brain is currently scrambled?
