"Fuck," he groans as I slide my hand beneath his boxers and pull out his erection.
I gasp as soon as I see it – so long and so thick around the middle that I have a hard time fitting my hand around it. I don’t think that I have ever seen a cock this impressive in person before – and knowing that the person attached to it is a real man, who knows what he wants and how to get it is all the better.
"Mmm," I moan as I lean forward to swirl my tongue around his head. I can already taste the pre-cum leaking from his cock, and I know that he must have been trying to contain this since the moment that he saw me out on that porch, touching myself. I knew that there had been someone watching me, and the thought of it being him – the thought of this beautiful cock getting hard over me, that is everything that I need right now.
"Think I need to get a better feel for the dimensions," I flirt with him playfully as I wrap both hands around his length and begin to stroke him up and down. "If I’m really going to capture it the way that you want."
I slip my lips over his head and inch them down, until his whole length is engulfed in either my mouth or my hands – I can feel his tension, how much he wants me, and I slide one hand to his thigh to rake my nails down it playfully. He shivers. I know it has nothing to do with the storm outside, and everything to do with the way his beautiful dick feels in my mouth right now.
"Fuck, that feels good," he groans, and I look up at him again – he reaches down to cup my head in his hand, guiding me a little further down. I imagine that he’s never been a man who has had to work hard to get his dick sucked, and it thrills me to see the way that he is looking at me right now, as though I am the most tempting morsel that has ever fallen onto his plate.
I take my time to work as much of him into my mouth as I can manage, until I feel his head pressing at the back of my throat. I can’t take my eyes off of him, can’t stop looking at him as he responds to me, to what I am doing to him. This is everything that I have been waiting for, everything that I have been wanting, even before I knew it – his hands on me, showing me how to pleasure him the way he likes best.
He pushes his hips forward a couple of inches, testing out just how much of him I can take, and I close my eyes and move my other hand to his thigh so that he can fuck my mouth properly. I want to be used by him. I want to be taken by him. I want to do everything that he needs to make him come. Even if this is the only time that I am ever going to be with him, I want to make sure that he remembers every single second of it.
He slides his cock in and out of my mouth in shallow thrusts, making sure not to push in too deep and make me gag. I wrap my hands around his muscular thighs and let him enjoy all that I am giving.
I can’t wait to feel this cock in my pussy – I know that he’s going to make me feel incredible, I can just tell from how careful he is with me on my knees in front of him.
I pull back to catch my breath, a string of saliva still attaching my lips to the tip of his cock, and he grasps my chin and pulls me to my feet so that he can look me in the eyes. Something about how powerful he is really hits me – this man can do anything that he wants to me, and I know that I would enjoy each and every moment of it. Because any second that he is gifting me his time is one that I am going to treasure.
"Bedroom," he tells me as he plants his lips on my neck, slides his mouth over my throat, makes sure to bare his teeth against my skin. I swear, I melt right into him, unable to think about anything other than doing just what he tells me. Gone is that gentleman who came here today. And in his place is a man who’s willing to do anything that it takes to get what he needs from me.
8
GAGE
I toss her down onto the bed and pounce on top of her, my cock so hard as it grinds against her thigh that I wonder how I am going to make it another moment without just shoving myself inside of her and fucking her until she’s crying out my name.