Brody unzips his pants, revealing his hard, impressive cock. His other hand wraps around my thick braid until he has a good grip. He helps me to my knees. I slide my hands firmly over his erect shaft. My mouth follows, jaw aching while adjusting to his size. I suck at the thick, juicy veins on his imposing dick, squeezing my spasming walls. I’m easing him to my tonsils when his grip on my hair tightens. Brody’s grunting grows in intensity.
“Those soft fecking lips. I’ll cum too soon.” His blue eyes are tortured liquid fire as I look up at him, throat full of his hard cock. He grips his manhood with one hand, slips it from my mouth, and smacks the side of my face.
“Shite, I’ve waited for this so long.” He groans, running the meaty head of him over my lips. I’ll never be able to apply lipstick again without him occupying my thoughts.
There’s a soft, delicious ache on my cheeks from being battered by his cock and an even more intimidating pain from my jaw holding a wide position. I hadn’t noticed the pain from my mandible while he slapped my face, though I feel it now.
I want his cock popping me again.
Brody orders when to suck, to lick, to squeeze his mushroom crest at the back of my throat. He slips his cock from my mouth. I shudder, waiting for his dick to smack my mouth or my cheek. The whole act corrupts me through to my bones. The lining of my panties is soaked full of nectar.
“Keep taking this dick, aye,” he grunts. “Feck, I’ve to tell myself to pull out.”
Brody’s hands are at the back of my head. In one hard thrust, he’s lodging himself deeper into my throat. I gag, begging my throat to expand. Open your damn mouth, girl.
The whack of his wet cock against my cheek vibrates straight through my entire body. The waves of a tsunami draw on a current until my pussy explodes. I gulp in air, and the titanium length of him fucks my mouth deeply.
While sucking him, my pussy pulsates, yearning for the same type of devotion. Somewhere in my subconscious, my neck is sore. My knees are weary, and my jaws are aching. Instead of pain, I marvel at how his colossal cock has stretched my throat. Saliva seeps from the sides of my lips, dripping down my chin and between my breasts.
Then Maxwell’s in my head. That beautiful, heartbreaking song circles on repeat. I’m lonely. My mouth’s desolate, missing Brody MacKenzie. He’s pulled out, pulled out way too long, and holds his cock away from my mouth. I’m conditioned, craving the stark pop to my cheek.
“Oh, hell no,” I mutter. I am denied the slap. My hands grip Brody’s ass. His eyes widen in shock as I draw him back into my mouth, no gagging, all glorious expertise. My breath catches. Pain explodes across my chest. I’d been holding my breath while waiting for the reward of his dick striking my face.
“Jus—” Brody’s voice is dark, husky, before he cuts himself off, spurting into my mouth. I lose myself to the moment. The overpowering taste of his thick cum rips down my throat like a long, hot, never-ending jet. My insides warm over like hot chocolate on a cold night. A shadow of a smile falls across his gorgeous face, cutting my world in half and tossing me upside down. If this crazy whirlwind we have going on fails me, I can place Brody MacKenzie into a box of firsts:
First time I ever tasted myself on a man.
First time I willingly drank a man down.
First time I went bat-shit crazy over sex.