“Don’t tease me, Petal….fuck…suck it if you’re going to.” My hand was ready to take over because the clawing need for release in my gut was going to kill me for sure.
Her hand rubbed up and down my thighs until finally, finally, she took my cock in her fingers and licked her tongue along the length of him.
I growled and closed my eyes while I thread my fingers through her thick red waves. “I’m going to fucking die, here.”
“Let me help.” She ran her tongue over the tip of my dick making me whimper with need. This woman was going to bring me to my knees.
And then she sucked him into her hot wet mouth. She took me as deep as she could, my tip hitting the back of her throat and then sliding back.
“Jesus…make me come, make me come.”
She held the part of my dick she couldn’t fit into her mouth and along with her lips she stroked me, firm, deep, until I was a blithering idiot begging for release.
With her other hand, her fingers massaged my balls. I slammed my hand down on the table needing support as my hips rocked, faster, with more force.
“Yes, Petal, yes…fuck…make me come…I’m gonna come…”
I went screaming to the edge, teetered in that one moment of blissful torture. She sucked me deep, again hitting the back of her throat and that was it.
“Fuuuucccck….” I thrust as the first shot of cum blasted out.
She sucked and sucked taking it all until it was too much and my cum dripped from the corner of her mouth. Even then, she lapped and licked until my dick was nothing but a limp noodle.
She smiled as she stood. “Better?”
I was undone. This woman had stripped me of all my will. A part of me felt I needed to run. It was too
much for her to see this in me. At the same time, I had to stay. I wasn’t lying when I said she’d bewitched me. I was totally, completely, under her spell.
12
Petal
I knew Cyrus was back today and when he didn’t show up at his usual time, I’d decided that while he was with his mother for legitimate reasons, he was also likely using the time to create distance from me. It made me regret having had sex with him because I missed his visits and talking to him. As much as I’d have liked to see our friendship grow, if that wasn’t in the cards, I wanted to retain our friendship. Having sex seemed to have made that difficult for him.
Closing time came, but because I sometimes had a few last minute customers, I left the door open as I went back to the kitchen to start some cupcakes and frosting for tomorrow. I’d sold out of the chocolate peanut butter so I was making another batch and feeling sad about not seeing Cyrus when he burst into the kitchen.
He looked agitated and I wasn’t sure what to think. But then he told me I’d bewitched him. I hated that he was annoyed at that, but I wouldn’t deny liking that he felt it. There was something about me he couldn’t resist. Good, because I couldn’t resist him either.
He wanted me to make him go, but that wouldn’t happen. Instead, I touched him. I took his long magnificent dick into my mouth and did everything I could to make him feel good.
The desperation and strain I heard in his voice when he said, “Make me come,” made me feel so powerful and feminine in my sexuality. I’d never felt that before.
But now I’d swallowed his cum and as I stood and looked at him, his eyes didn’t hold satisfaction or anything that suggested he was happy. He almost looked gutted.
All that powerful femininity vanished and now I felt like a fool. I stepped back. “I guess I should have sent you away like you asked.”
He pulled his pants up and refastened them. “Fuck. See, I keep hurting you.” He stepped to me. “I don’t want to hurt you Petal.”
I took the frosting bowl off the mixer knowing I’d have to toss it. “What do you want, Cyrus?”
He was quiet for a moment. “I want to eat your pussy and make you scream my name.”
My pussy contracted, clearly liking that idea. But his tone suggested that while he may want that, he also didn’t like that he wanted that.
“No one is stopping you,” I quipped, annoyed that he was denying himself. Denying me.
He took the bowl and set it aside and rubbed my arms with his hands. “I’m sorry.”