He grunts angrily but obeys, loosening the grip and letting me get out.
As he did recently, I stand on my knees in front of him, looking at him from below, smiling slyly.
I know what he wants. He wants me. And I'm ready to give it to him, but not that easily. I want to torture him as well, just like he did to me, making me wait for another orgasm as we've met each night, but nothing happened.
I grab the elastic of his boxers and slowly take them off, freeing his cock.
When the enormous anaconda spreads free, looking at me, I hold a breath, unable to believe his size.
"Don't worry," Antoine says right away. "You don't have to take me whole. It may be in your books, but with me, it's impossible."
I believe him. I thought he would be the size of a giant banana or something. I can't believe thisthingis going to enter me soon.
"You don't have to do this..." he begins, but I silence him. I'm not the girl who gives up, especially since I want to taste him.
I gently wrap my hand around his length, and he growls, throwing his head back. I lower my mouth and give a kiss to the head of his cock. I feel his salty pre-cum on my lips, making my arousal grow with renewed vigor.
I open my mouth and take the head of his dick.
"Fuck, Cami," Antoine swears angrily. "If you keep doing this, I won't last long."
"Tell me what to do," I whisper, making circles around his dick with my tongue. "Teach me how you like it."
He growls at my words, and I love the effect my touches have on him.
"Harder," he says hoarsely, and I can hear him swallow to clear his throat. "I want you to wrap both of your hands around my length hard."
I do as he says, and it takes me by surprise to see that both of my hands are not enough to cover all of his lengths. I could easily place one more hand if I had it.
"Start slowly moving your hands up and down together with your mouth."
I obey, squeezing his dick harder in my hands and sucking him simultaneously. When I try to take him in my mouth as hard as possible, I start to gag and pull away.
"I'm sorry," I say queasily, unable to believe I couldn't last two seconds with his dick in my throat.
"Don't say it, Cami," he whispers. "It was fucking hot."
I smile, still unable to believe how lucky I am to get the most understanding and gentle guy in the world.
I repeat my actions, and this time I can take more of him without gagging, moving my hands up and down.
After a couple of moves, I pull away slightly and start making circles around his dick, licking, sucking, and kissing him as if his cock is an ice cream that will melt if I don't finish it right away.
"Cami," he groans, leaning closer and grabbing my hair in his hand.
He urges me gently to take more of him, and I obey without hesitation. He guides my mouth for a speed he needs without being too daring.
I feel my pre-cum leaking from my hole, and I start moving faster, trying to take him deeper, moaning and sucking as hard as I can.
"Stop it, Cami, I'm too close," he warns me, but I don’t pull away. His arousal makes me want to make him come into my mouth even more.
I keep licking and sucking, moving my hands up and down until I feel his whole body tense as never before, and he tries to pull out, but I don't let him.
"Fuck," he growls loudly, and the jet of cum breaks out from his dick, hitting my throat, and I almost choke with it, unable to believe how much there is.
I swallow, taking more of him once again. I stop moving my hands but grip him tightly as I swallow, swallow, and swallow without leaving a single drop.
He tastes sweet, so much better than I've ever imagined.