His throat too.
But before I can decipher them, he kisses me again, growling and grunting all possessively. Then, “Fine. You win. You get to suck my dick. But let’s see if you can earn that reward.”
And then, he straightens up.
His eyes challenging.
As he leaves me to do my job and earn my reward.
And when I actually get to see his dick a second later, I know I’m going to.
I know that because it’s hard, his dick. And long.
It goes up to his belly button, or it would if it was standing upright. As it is, it can’t. And that’s because in addition to being super duper hard and long, his cock is also super duper thick.
It’s practically being pulled down by its own weight.
His dick is a monster.
He was right about that.
A beautiful, delicious, so fucking tempting monster.
He was also right that I was going to cry.
But not with fear but with joy.
And now that I have seen it, his dick is exactly the kind of dick a guy like him would have. Not that I have any experience in it, but still.
A big bad dick for a big bad Bandit.
Who’s torn off his suit jacket and thrown it on the floor, along with pulling his shirt tails up his impressively ridged torso, so he could see what I’m doing down below.
Which reminds me that I should be doing something rather than just staring at it like I’m in love.
So I reach out and grab hold of it and get to work.
I put the head in my mouth and gosh, it tastes like watermelon.
With a hint of musk and salt.
And then I definitely know that my prize is in the bag because who can resist a dick that tastes like their favorite fruit. Who cannotgo all crazy over it, licking and sucking and slobbering.
Slaving over it, worshipping it like a whore.
Like some kind of a greedy, shameless slut.
A slut with great instincts though.
Something very surprising about myself but then not really.
I’m sucking his dick, aren’t I?
I’m sucking the dick of the guy I’m in love with.
The guy I’m both a good girl and a whore for.
So of course I know what to do.