Grabbing the base of it, I suck on the crown again, all the while swirling my tongue.
The more I suck it, the more my cunt spasms, the harder my nipples get. My breasts have become a source of torment. They’re heavy, and as I kneel on the hard floor, almost on all fours, they pull and dangle and shake every time I take him in deeper.
I have about half of his length inside me now and I’m on a mission to swallow all of him up.
From the little jerks of his hips and his fist in my hair and his constant chants of fuck, Zach would love that.
Just as I’m about to try for it though, he pulls me away. He tugs on my hair and tilts my neck up and stares down at my face.
“You’ve made a mess, Blue,” he says roughly, as his gaze moves over my lips and his thumb flicks at the corners of it.
“You asked for it,” I whisper.
“I did.”
“But I’m not done yet.”
“No?”
“I think I missed a few spots. I need to be thorough,” I breathe. “Besides, I-I’m still hungry. I still need to suck and suck and suck until I find what I’m looking for.”
I reach up and sweep a few strands of his hair away from his sweat-beaded forehead.
He almost leans into my soft touch and my heart squeezes. But a second later, he’s back with his harsh, mean tone. “And what’s that?”
I softly kiss his jaw and whisper, “The creamy center of your lollipop.”
I blush at saying something so out-of-this-world dirty and he growls.
Still growling, he presses a hard – the hardest ever – kiss on my mouth. “Bedroom.”
A dark thrill courses through me at his tone.
“Now,” he orders when I simply keep looking at him and don’t move fast enough for his liking.
I stand up on shaky legs and Zach kisses me again. Still kissing, we make our way to my bedroom.
Somehow, we land on my bed.
Zach attacks my shorts, opening the buttons and shoving them down my legs, along with my panties. It’s so frantic and desperate that I don’t even think to ask him about his intentions. I kick them off and he maneuvers me over him.
He’s lying on the bed as he spins me around until my mouth’s on his cock and his is in my drenched and bare core.
Finally, the words blurt out of me. “What’re you doing?”
“Need your pussy on my face while you’re sucking me off,” he mutters.
His words alone cause a mini-orgasm in me and I fall on the bed, on my elbows, my wild blue hair making a curtain around my lips and his cock.
Two things that are made for each other.
Then he takes a long, greedy swipe of my pussy and I lose my mind.
I burn and the only way to soothe it is to wrap my naked lips around his cock again.
Oh God, this is sixty-nine, isn’t it?
Why does it make me feel so fucking dirty and turned on at the same time?