Running the flat of my tongue across the head of his pre-cum glistened manhood, I hear the breath escape him. Glancing up, his head has already fallen back before I’ve even traced the thick vein to the root of his cock. Twisting my head as I lap all eleven inches with my saliva, I can feel his pulse through his member, he’s throbbing already.
Taking him into my mouth is not just for him, I love sucking Derrick off. It’s the most power I get in our sex, which he usually dominates. Don’t get me wrong, he finds a way to control this too, but not as much as the other things we do. He’s a bit of my slave when I’m sucking him off, completely at my will and he’s never as desperate or needy. I small part of me likes him that way. He’s at my complete disposal, and I always seize the moment.
This isn’t even accounting for how good he tastes. There’s always a small sampling of cum when I first push him to the back my throat, while the shaft of his cock tastes more of his regular flavor – a blend of body wash, sweat, and another component that can only be described as Derrick.
I know what you’re thinking, I can see it on your face. You’re wondering why I keep taking things further with him, keep letting myself fall further in love, when I haven’t yet told him the truth. I’m going to have to guess you’ve never seen an eleven inch cock, because it has a way of stealing your thoughts and distracting you at all times. I’m not trying to brag, and I don’t want you to feel bad, but listen, it’s hard to explain. I’m addicted to him and can’t find my reasoning or critical thinking skills whenever I’m around him. Besides, right now I’m thoroughly enjoying myself, so don’t disrupt me with guilty thoughts again.
Derrick’ member hardens even further against my tongue, I love that part. It’s like I turn him on more and more until he can no longer take it, and he just explodes wherever he is. It doesn’t matter, I’ve had his spunk all over my body. He cums in quarts so I’ve pretty much bathed in it.
“Ungh!” He grunts when I begin jacking his base with both of my hands, swiveling in opposite directions like I’m grinding pepper. As much of him as I can take is shoved down my throat, my head bobbing and swiveling while my hands work overtime.
“Fuck!” He bites out and I know he’s close. Derrick tries to fight back his orgasm every time, but I know it only makes it more intense so I don’t complain.
My jaws are sore from the stretching, but I can’t let that bother me when he’s so close to release. My hands and mouth begin working overtime, my pace rapid as the salty taste of his cum first shoots in short squirts while he grunts and grips my hair. He’s really going to make me work for this one, but I know I’ll be rewarded, so I keep going. Reaching my hand behind his cock, I grab his heavy balls and massage them roughly, squeezing them as I keep jacking him with one hand and bobbing my head on his tip.
“Oh fuck, love!” He growls and I know he likes it. I keep this up for a few more moments, as he spreads his legs wider so I can really grip his balls.
“Do the two hands, baby,” he grunts, his hand on the back of my head as his hips thrust forward, seeking more of my mouth. He loves when I twist him like a pepper grinder, so I jack him hard this way while looking up at him.
Derrick gets some sort of kick out of watching his cock go in and out of my mouth, but when I look at him while doing it, it takes him to a whole different level.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” he bites out, as I stare up at him with watery eyes, from my gag reflex as he jams into the back of my throat.
“Mmmm,” I hum while holding his tip at the back of my throat and he loses it from the vibration. Thick, creamy cum shoots out of his cock and I immediately cup his balls, massaging every drop out. His eyes are closed in pleasure while his hips continue to slowly surge forward, and his member spasms in my mouth.
When he finally opens his eyes, I keep my gaze trained on him before gulping his spunk down, which always turns him on.
Before I ever had sex I thought that after a man came his manhood would go limp, but not with Derrick. Even after cumming hard like he just did, he’s still standing tall, ready for more.
“get up,” he orders and I do as I’m told. Before I know what’s happening, he’s bent me over the dining table, tapping my high heel with his foot to spread my legs. Running his fingers down my legs, he places long, wet kisses up my legs until reaching my ass, where he bites me roughly before soothing the pain with his tongue. The sensation is incredible, the sharp pain followed by the sensual massage with his mouth.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he groans after sliding my panties down my legs.
“You love sucking my cock,” he chuckles, and he’s right. It turns me on just as much as it does him. Well, maybe not just as much, but I get very wet every time I’m sucking him off.
Moving his tongue in circles at my opening, he teases me as I did to him. It’s not as fun on this side of the game.
“Please,” I beg, my pussy clenching in anticipation of the friction.
Derrick pays me no mind, choosing instead to focus on my engorged clitoris, twirling his tongue around the sensitive spot before gently sucking, which sends me into a fit of moans. Sliding two fingers inside my sex, he begins to move them in and out as he sucks my clit in and out of his mouth at the same rhythm.
My God, it feels amazing. My breasts are flat against the dining table, but I can feel the sensations in my nipples. Hell, I feel it everywhere! From my feet to my earlobes, this man just turns me into a wanton sex machine, craving my next orgasm at all times.
“Yes!” I moan, shoving my ass towards him, desperate for more, faster, harder pressure.
Derrick speeds the pace of his fingers and mouth, my body building rapidly from his movements. By now I know every sign, the climax always starts in my belly, a feeling of worry and anticipation that something big is happening. Then it rises, and my abdomen muscles tense as my body braces for the impending explosion.
“Ahhhh!” I cry as the emotions pour out of me, my climax now forcing the lips of my sex to clench down on Derrick’ fingers, but they’re not what I want.
I feel him standing behind me, and before I’ve even finished the stages of my release, his cock is filling me to perfection.
“Yes, baby!” I yell as he surges deep inside me, my hands knocking all the dinnerware from the table as I grip the table cloth for leverage.
“I know what you want, love,” Derrick groans, his thighs slapping into my ass with every collision.
My body is in sensual overload, still experiencing aftershocks from my first orgasm as another begins to build in my belly.
“Is everything okay, Sire?” There’s a call from the door after a brisk knock.