“Even if you’ve studied hard, you’re more than a natural, Sugar.”
Receiving is all well and good, but I’m surprised how good giving is making me feel. It’s a rush, knowing how badly I want him to like me, to love me, and to give me more. I want him to love me so damn much that he’ll never want to give anyone besides me his attention and gifts ever again.
To say I’m becoming slightly attached is a bit of an understatement.
Working my way down his cock, I open my mouth good and wide, teasing, taking his head in, feeling his pulsing cock against my tongue. I run my tongue across him as I take him in, hearing his deeper groans. He staggers a bit, falling onto the bed with me, lying flat as I crawl on top of him, still jerking and pleasing him all along. My grip tightens and I take him deeper down my throat, trying to tease every little nerve and bit of flesh that he has.
“Tongue, sucking, a good rhythm. You just naturally know how to please a man, huh?”
I offer him my devotion, and he runs his hand through my hair, caressing me and showing me a whole lot of affirmation. “You’re one hell of a little vixen aren’t you, Sugar?”
I nod, his manhood still tickling the back of my throat. I’m fascinated by my desire to suck him, to please him. I’m soon bobbing up and down on his cock, sucking him nice and good. I hear him tremble and waver as I please him. Up and down, I push myself, nearly gagging, my determination to please so unbreakable. I want to taste his come, the same way he tasted mine.
“Fuck, you know just how to do it, don’t you? You’re too fucking good, girl.” Every bit of frustration I hear, when he grabs my hair a little tighter, I use as fuel to push myself harder and further for him. The little drips of his come that escape his cock I lick up and build anticipation for what is to come. His murmurings about God start to become as absurd as he suggested mine were, and I’m only hoping to drive him crazier.
“Fuck, I’m...”
On the precipice of his orgasm, I don’t stop. I’m worldly enough to know what’s coming. The gentle quivering of his cock against my cheeks… I keep him there, still sucking, still licking.
When it comes, it’s way more than I ever imagined it to be. He lets out a loud groan and a plea for God, and I stay put as a rush of heat jets out of him, again and again, a surprising amount of come breaking my expectations. It never looked like that much in videos, but I guess Rainier isn’t like all those guys.
He’s something more.
He’s mine.
I struggle to swallow it, savoring all of the flavor, all too happy to take him and relish every last bit of it. My heart is pounding and my adrenaline is pumping, and despite my best efforts, I’m soon pulling off him, overwhelmed by the amount of seed spurting from his big, thick cock. Rainier is too manly for me in a way I don’t expect. His come shoots over my breasts as I catch my breath.
Now as naked as me and his cock free of my greedy lips, he sits up, looking me right in the eyes. “God, you’re beautiful. Your tits were absolutely gorgeous before, but now that they’re coated with my come? They’re even better, Sugar.”
I giggle and play along, looking down and my tits. He reaches for a tissue on the bedside table and gently wipes the come away.
“I can think of one way that they’d be even hotter though.” He rubs his chin, as if he is having second thoughts himself.
“What’s that, Rainier? How could I be even hotter for you?”
“Trying to think if I should, it might be over the line to say such a thing so soon.”
“I don’t think such a line exists with us. I literally told you I never had an orgasm before and begged you to be the first to give me one. Modesty isn’t a thing between us.”
He laughs in approval. “Alright, alright, you got a damn good point there.”
I get closer to him, our naked bodies touching, cuddling. It’s almost cute, if we weren’t both so voraciously horny for one another.
He slides a finger down my breast, flicking my nipple, tinglings of delight hitting me. “What if these perfect tits were swelling up with milk, Sugar? What if they, as well as your belly, were swelling up because you were good and pregnant, and looking sexier than you ever have?”
I look at him intensely, nodding and liking where this is going.
“Then I’d place my lips right on you like this,” he says, taking my nipple into his mouth, and placing his other hand on my other breast. The tingling becomes something a lot stronger. He sucks, a sudden surge of bliss shooting through me. “I’d milk you like one of the cows back at the farm, and I’m pretty sure you’d love it. What do you think of that?”