Текст книги "Fraternizing"
Автор книги: C. Brown
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Chapter 12
Cassie
My clothes were off before I could even speak. Alex wasted no time removing and tossing them on the floor, never once taking his blood boiling gaze off of me. There was something more than lust in his eyes, something that I had yet to see from him. He wasn't the same guy who simply wanted into my pants that night at Coyotes; he was more engaged, more refined.
He sat up on the bed with his knees pressing down on the mattress while licking and sucking his lips as he peered down at me. I swallowed a few times, taking in his impressive form as it hung over me. The large memorial tattoo was on full display, along with two other impressive tattoos on the sides of his torso. On one side hung two dangling dog tags, outfitted with his name and what I presumed to be his date of entry into the Corps. On the other was his rank insignia, three chevrons with two crisscrossed rifles underneath, leaving plenty of room to add to it the further he went in his career.
Honey glazed eyes beamed down on me as I took him in, sparkling with delight at the chance to finally get his fill of me. I wanted him just as badly, if not more. A piercing stab struck my clit as he hovered over me, taunting me with his remarkable body.
"So what should I do to you?" he asked in a hushed tone. "You got kind of loud with me earlier, challenging me, and I don't take that too lightly."
Butterflies broke free in my stomach, making me nervous with the anticipation of whatever was running through his mind.
"I thought you said you liked a challenge."
"Oh, I do. I just have to figure out the best way to show you that you can't win with me. And I have to make it good because you should think twice before ever trying it again."
Just as I was about to speak, he swooped down and grabbed me by my waist, pulling me up towards him and filling his face with my pussy. He inhaled long and hard, before nuzzling his nose at my entrance, moving gently, luxuriating in the feel of it. My eyes shut tightly, my head going back on the pillow while my mouth hung open, basking in the intoxicating feel of him down on my most sensitive area.
Slowly he began to work his tongue on me, licking lightly, following an imaginary trail to my sweet spot. His tongue was so adept at what it was doing; I was near certain that it held a mind of its own. The slow trickle up the outer linings sent my hips swiveling, making him grip me tighter. His fingers dug into my skin, sending pleasurable shockwaves through my lower half with every touch of his moist, corpulent tongue.
As he reached my entrance, his licks turned to sucks, blowing and sucking his way into me, further breaking down my ability to hold fast to some sort of control.
My toes curled as my fingers grabbed and tugged on his bed covers. My grip on the covers tightened the harder he sucked, sending intense moans flying from my mouth, wanting him to end the torture that was building inside of me with each passing second.
"Fuck me, Alex," I breathed, sounding like a petulant teenager.
He laughed a slow, taunting laugh, pulling away ever so slightly from the spot where he was slowly and painfully making me come undone.
"I don't respond to your orders, Private First Class. You respond to mine."
Before I could counter him, his tongue was back inside of me, flipping and licking my core, tasting every inch of me as he gently pulled out, then dove back in for more. He kept up the tortuous pace, laughing every once in a while at the shrieks that left me, all thanks to the skillful talents of his tongue.
After building up my aching, impending orgasm, he lowered my hips back down on the bed. His eyes watched me, dark and menacing as he observed the wild movements of my body, desperate for his touch.
"Touch yourself," he commanded, smiling from down below.
I quickly placed one hand on my breasts, grabbing and tugging while he watched in amusement. My nipples stood erect, hard like steel, waiting to be devoured at any given moment. I swirled my finger around them, building the tension that was already laced inside from Alex's performance earlier below my waist.
He gently took my free hand, guiding it to my pussy and rubbing it over and around. I took a deep inhale at the feel of my own hand being steered by his, and by the time I was able to open my eyes, he had already placed two of my own fingers inside.
"Play with it," he said, sitting back.
My fingers moved at his command, gently moving in and out with the rhythm of my heartbeat.
His mouth was back on me, sucking and kissing his way from my thighs up to my hips, his fingers splayed out over my abs. He traced the butterfly tattoo on my hip with his tongue, kissing it softly every once in a while.
I moaned louder, feeling the rising pressure from my fingers mixed with an intense need to get him inside of me. He sat up, taking my fingers out of me and gently licking one side of each. His tongue soothed a heated desire that was beginning to drown me, taking my will with it.
"You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all day, every day."
I tried to smile, failing to do so with the agonizing need beginning to overwhelm me.
He brought my hands to my face, placing my fingers gently on my lips.
"Lick them. You deserve to know just how sweet your pussy really is."
I did as told, licking my fingers and tasting what he couldn't seem to get enough of. He forced my lips open, placing my fingers inside while commanding me to "suck."
His fingers slid into me as I did so, sending my body bucking at the intrusion of his profusely large fingers back into what was turning into my weakness. His thumb rubbed over my clit, igniting fireworks inside of me as I called out, feeling the ravaging pounds of an intense orgasm beginning to unleash within me.
Just as my body began to tremble, he pulled out, looking down at me as I came back from a soul searching high.
"Now, how should I fuck you? Do you want it nice and slow? Or bed breaking hard?"
I couldn't answer. All that flowed out was a short whimper, leaving him smiling derisively at me.
He stood from the bed, making his way over to his dresser where he pulled out a handful of condoms.
"I can tell we're going to need more than one," he said, holding them up in front of me.
I simply swallowed, nearly afraid of what I'd been wanting, but excited with it finally about to happen. He placed the condoms down on the bed, then turned and closed the drawer, showing off another impressive tattoo. This one was of two hands holding a cross in a praying position, names inscribed within the cross itself. I couldn't make any of them out, not with the haze that had settled over me in my erotic euphoria.
His pants were off in an instant, his boxer briefs down with them, showing off the threateningly thick and long cock that was only inches away from tearing into me. I licked my lips, almost afraid to let him in.
"You ready for this?" he asked before tearing into a condom and rolling it up his abundant shaft.
I nodded, sending him hovering over me as he placed his body down on mine.
His fingers moved the loose hairs away from my face, his hazel eyes staring down into mine.
"I've been waiting so long for this, Cassie Bennett."
I grabbed his head, pulling it down so our lips could meet. He kissed me, his fleshy lips pressing down on mine with just a hint of aggressiveness. He quickly moved to my neck, sucking and kissing his way up to my earlobe then back down. All I needed were his lips on me, sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head and muffled moans staggering out of my mouth. My fingers clung to his back, gripping and tugging with the movement of his mouth on my neck. He moved his body, trying to free my hands from destroying his back, when suddenly he stopped and sat up, looking down at me while making a rather chastising noise.
"I see I can't get your hands to behave, so I'm going to have to make them do so." He reached for his bedside nightstand, pulling open the drawer and sifting through until he smiled and called out, "Bingo."
In his hands were eight elastic, nylon green boot bands used to hold the cammie pants in place. Confusion swept through me at just what he thought he was going to accomplish with them, but I didn't ask. I was much too intrigued by whatever he had in mind.
"Turn over," he ordered, sending me turning before he was even done speaking. "These boot bands are going to hold you in place– all of you."
He bound my ankles with one, then latched another onto it and connected that to the tiny spokes lining the metal footboard. He swiftly moved up to my hands and proceeded to do the same. There was plenty of pull, given the elasticity of the bands, but I wasn't quite sure how he would keep me from breaking the miniature hook at the end of it.
"I know you can break these, but this is a test in self-restraint," he whispered. "You break them, I punish you. You understand that?"
I nodded my head, allowing a feeble, "Yes," to come out of my mouth.
He moved back to the edge of the bed, climbing on and maneuvering himself in between me, spread out for his enjoyment. I felt the very tip of his cock at my entrance, my heartbeat spiking at the anticipating of it alone. After a few agonizing seconds, he was in me, barreling his way inside and causing me to cry out in pain, enjoyment, and satisfaction. A low growl escaped him as he made his way in.
He lay down on my back, moving in and out with the rhythm of his slow, savoring breaths. Everything I had ever imagined was coming to life in that moment. He was large and commanding, yet gentle and accommodating.
"You like that?" he asked, nibbling on my ear.
Words in the form of small whimpers answered back, making him pick up the pace.
He dug deeper, sending lightening through my core and making me dip further into the mattress with each thrust. My hands were pulling from the bar, but his words came crashing back and I tried hard to hold them steady, fearing I would fail at proving that I did have some restraint about me.
His balls slapped my ass with every movement, sparking me to cry out with every smack. His tortuously slow pace gave way to harder, more commanding blows, shaking my resolve and sending my arms barreling down with force, breaking the hook on the end of the band.
"I knew you couldn't do it," he mocked, pulling out and taking me up with him. "Look what you've done to my beloved boot bands. I think you deserve to be punished."
"These things are–," I defended through hard breaths.
"Shhh…" he cut me off, laughing in the background.
He took my hands and placed them on the headboard, my fingers gripping it tight. I sat upright on my knees, waiting for whatever it was that he was planning to do to me. And before I could turn around, he was nibbling at my ass, causing me to flinch with the overwhelming sensation that his teeth elicited. His mouth covered the spot where he bit, soothing it with smooth, sweet sucks before he removed it and sent his hand powering down in a thunderous slap right on the sensitive spot.
I cried out, feeling such passionate tingles with the meeting of his hand to my ass. He did it again, the entire routine before grabbing hold of my breasts from behind and burying himself into me. This time, he didn’t go slowly. He got right to business, pounding away at my core, sending all of the blood in my body racing straight for my clit. My screams and his grunts filled the room as he drummed away at me, making my head fall back, taking my ability to counter him with it. He let go of one breast, instead grabbing hold of my hair as he pounded harder and harder. That monstrous cock of his did not let up, controlling every movement while slowly burning down every wall inside of me.
"I'm so close, Blondie. I'm not coming without you."
His words undid me, all of the nerve endings in my body short circuiting, leaving me in a convulsing, shrieking mess in his hands. He pounded even harder, growling out his release as I screamed my own, the sweat now coating our skin and leaving us slipping against one another while our orgasms ripped through and dismantled us.
I fell forward, Alex falling with me. We lay quietly, trying hard to catch our breaths. His cock still lay inside of me, occupying his conquest.
When we finally came down from our highs, Alex rolled off of me, lying on his back while pulling me to him on mine. He rested his nose on the top of my head, inhaling slowly as he worked his hands over my breasts. I lay my hands on his cock, still somewhat erect, feeling like he could go another round.
"Alexander the Great, that's what I'll call you," I whispered, finally breaking the silence.
"My name is Alejandro, but I'll take it. It fits me since I just conquered you and your body."
He continued playing with my breasts, squeezing my nipples while doing so.
"Alejandro Cruz. Has a nice ring to it. Why do you go by Alex?"
"It's easier. I've been going by Alex my entire life. The only people who call me Alejandro are my mom and my grandma. Everyone else gets the shortened version."
I lay quiet, not sure of where to go with this conversation, so I went with what naturally came to me.
"Are you close with your mom?"
"Yes," he quickly responded. "But I don't want to talk about my mom with my dick in your hands. If you don't mind?"
I laughed, remembering where we were and how ridiculous that conversation must have felt for him.
"You hungry?"
"I ate at Subway, but I could always go for more. You worked me into an appetite."
"Don't worry, I'm not finished with you yet. But first, you need some sustenance."
He sat up, easing his way out of the bed and reaching his hand down for me.
"Can I get a shower first?" I asked, gawking at his naked body standing before me.
"Why? I’m going right back in there as soon as we're done eating."
"I'm sticky as hell, and I'd rather not be," I quipped. Taking hold of his hand and moving out of the bed.
He led us over to the bathroom and started up the shower. Pulling off the used condom, he tossed it into the trashcan, then immediately ripped open another and slid it onto his stiffened cock.
Holding out his hand, he led me into the shower. I stepped in and immediately stood under the showerhead, allowing the water to pour down over me. Alex stepped in and took me from behind, dropping wet kisses down my neck as he snaked himself back inside. I held on to the sides of the walls, gripping as best I could on the slippery surface as he prepared to go for round two.
Alex finished me off in the shower, completely breaking me while alternating between hard and slow. In the past, I usually got the short end of the stick, left to my own devices to achieve an orgasm while they got off and moved on. Not with Alex. He alerted me to when he got close, then worked me to his level so that we could come together. It was amazing.
Sitting at the kitchen island where we’d had our heated discussion, the mood couldn't have been more different. Two sated people, sitting side by side, enjoying a home cooked meal, basking in the satisfaction of releasing all of our sexual tension. Alex, among his many talents, also happened to be a very good cook. He threw some chicken on the grill, sautéed some onions and peppers, made his very own salsa from scratch, then put it all over a bed of Spanish rice. My astonishment at his abilities shocked him.
"You don't know too many guys that cook, I take it?"
"Nope," I said, trying hard not to speak with a full mouth. I didn't want to stop eating.
"Well, welcome to the wonderful world of Alex. I have a feeling I'll be shocking you with quite a few things." He winked at me before taking his plate over to the stove and filling it with seconds.
I studied him for a minute, the hands and cross tattoo on his back glaring at me. The names showing more clearly this time, but one was blackened out.
He turned around and caught me staring. His eyes darkened as he made his way back over to the stool and sat down, never taking his them off of me.
"What are you staring at?" he asked softly.
"Nothing," I lied, shaking my head.
He caught my face in his hands, gently smiling before saying, "don't lie to me, Blondie. There are questions swirling around in there. Ask them."
I cleared my throat and smiled, feeling like a chastised child for a second.
"I just noticed your tattoo."
He let go of my face, still turned and watching me.
"My cross?"
"Yes. Who are the names of those people?"
"Well, Guadalupe es mi abuela." He stopped and smiled at me. "Or, my grandma."
"I know what that means," I responded, laughing at him.
"That's right. You're from Arizona. You should know some Spanish."
I lowered my eyes at him.
"How did you know I was from Arizona?"
"Do you really have to ask that?" He winked at me again. "Imelda is my mom. And Adriana is my sister."
I noticed an accent in the pronunciation of their names. It was cute and added a bit more sex appeal to him if that were even possible.
"They mean a lot to you."
The statement came out more like a question. A large smile spread across his face, clearly giving me his answer.
"What about that part you had covered?"
His smile quickly faded. He took a deep breath, looking down at his plate before answering.
"That was my ex-wife, Evelyn."
His dark demeanor halted my questions. I could tell she wasn't a source of pride for him like the other women occupying areas of the cross, so I let it go, not wanting to sour our meal.
"Hey. Sorry to go there."
"Nothing to be sorry about." He picked up his fork and went back to work on his food. "Eat up. I've got round three to conquer."
"Round three?" I questioned, instantly feeling the tenderness of my very swollen area. "I think she's worn out."
"No such thing. Like anything else with physical activity, she just needs to be properly conditioned, and I am volunteering to be her trainer. Eat up. You need energy."
He went right back to shoving food in his mouth. His words tickled my clit, knowing that he was serious.
Riley came bursting through the door, a goofy smile spread across his face. He looked at me and nodded his head, making me feel at ease. Even though he was an instructor, and this was probably a bit odd for him, I liked him. I saw the devotion he had towards Alex, and it put a slight smile on my face.
"Hey, Cassie." Riley's voice was so casual this time, no awkwardness to be found, almost as if we were long-time friends.
"Hi, Sgt. Riley," I responded, not sure how I should address him.
"Just Riley, Blondie," Alex threw in, rubbing my thigh as he turned his attention to him.
"What's up, man?"
"It didn't take long. I found some shit. You want to come take a look at this?"
He held some papers up in his hand, putting a smile on Alex's face.
"We'll be right back," Alex said, quickly moving away from the island.
They walked into a back room and shut the door. I sat at the island, continuing to eat and pondering what was on those papers that had him so excited.
I stood and cleared my plate, washing it off and placing it in the dish rack. I stared out the kitchen window into the backyard, looking at a lush green lawn in the middle of two patios covered by awnings. There were horseshoes in the grass, making me smile as I pictured this being the party, hang out house on the guys' free time. Three single guys living in one house; there was no doubt in my mind that this was where the fun was had.
Just as I was turning around to clear the remnants of our meal from the island, I heard keys jingling at the front door. I quickly turned and took a few steps toward Alex's room when the door opened, leaving me out in the open for whoever was making their way in.
Chapter 13
Alex
"Pfc. Bennett, what are you doing here?"
Fuck! What the hell was Smith doing at my house? I jetted out of the back room, leaving Riley sitting there with his eyes damn near dangling out of his head. When I reached the front area, I found Cassie standing there, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Smith stood staring at her in confusion, obviously unaware of what a student would be doing at her instructor's home on a Saturday afternoon. I needed to fix this shit, and fix it right now.
"Hey, man. What are you doing here?"
Smith's confusion laced eyes shifted to me. I needed to stay cool.
"Jensen asked me to come here and grab some stuff for him since I'm headed down to Palm Springs tonight."
His eyes quickly swept back over to Cassie. She stood statuesque, tiny swallows making their way down her throat. Her nerves were fried. I could see the evidence of it piercing through her sparkling green eyes.
"What is Pfc. Bennett doing here?"
I wasn't about to lie to him, so I came right out and said it.
"She's here with me."
His mouth just about hit the floor as his eyes bulged from their sockets. To say he was in shock would be an understatement.
"What the fuck, man? Do you know how much shit you could land yourself in?"
He walked over to me, placing his hand on my shoulder and looking over to Cassie.
"Your promotion, Alex. What the fuck, dude?" The elevated tone of his voice eerily put me at ease. He was concerned for me, and where there was concern, there was loyalty.
"Caleb, calm down. I'm well aware of the repercussions."
"Then why?"
His eyes flashed between Cassie and me, then to Riley who was slowly making his way out of the back room.
"You knew about this, Riley? What the fuck?"
"Hey, man. I just found out about it today," Riley said, looking very defensive.
I coasted over to Cassie, who still looked a bit shell shocked, if not completely frazzled. Putting my arm around her, I calmly said, "Riley just found out and I already know what could happen to me. That's why I'm being very careful."
"Careful?" Smith shouted. "You call this careful? Having a fucking student in your house where fellow instructors live. Does Jensen know about this too?"
"Not really," I growled, growing more annoyed with him and all of his questions. "He thought something was up, but I shut him down."
"Well, does Newsome fucking know?" he mumbled, finally setting me off.
I turned to Cassie and whispered in her ear, "Go into the room while I handle this."
She looked at me with reluctance, but I didn't want her here when things got bad as I felt they were about to do.
"Go."
She turned and walked away. I waited until I heard the click of the door before I went to work on Smith.
"Look, man. This shit wasn't meant to happen. I didn't go in search of a student to start fucking. I met her at Coyotes that night and had no fucking clue who she was until Monday morning during formation."
"Then what? You just decided that since you'd already started something you'd go ahead and finish it?" He stopped for a second, the wheels whirling around in his head. "Wait. This is why you asked me about Pfc. Dalton, isn't it? You wanted to get your competition out of the way."
"Caleb." My stern, baritone voice bellowed out.
"What? You've either lost your mind, or you've gone fucking stupid."
"You better watch yourself, Caleb," I warned. I was beginning to feel like a wild animal backed into corner, and there was no telling what I was capable of if pushed too far.
"I think it's the other way around, Alex. Now you've pulled the rest of us into this mess, over what? Pussy? You can get pussy from anywhere. Why a goddamned student?"
"First of all, I didn't pull you into shit," I roared, my eyes zeroing in on him, the veins throbbing in my neck as I took slow, deliberate steps in his direction. "Secondly, she isn't just pussy, so you better watch how the fuck you refer to her. Believe me, I've gone over this shit in my own mind, wondering if it was even worth it, and every time I convinced myself it wasn't, something would come flying back, telling me it was."
"So you're willing to take the rest of us down with you?"
"I'm not doing shit with you. I didn't pull you into this. You, unfortunately, walked in on it. So now you can either stand with me, or against me."
He looked me over, occasionally taking glances at Riley who stood stoic, not flinching or making a sound. I could see the wheels of debate turning in his head, the last thing I ever wanted to do was get these guys mangled up in it, thus putting their own careers on the line. But now that I was knee deep, I needed them to hold me, to make sure that my dirty fucking secret remained a secret until I could let it be out in the open.
Smith blew out a slow, deep breath. Running his hands over the back of his head, he finally said, "Fuck, man. You know I'm always gonna support you. I just wish it didn't have to be in fucking secret."
I discreetly blew out the breath holed up in me.
"Who the fuck you telling, man?" I finally allowed a smile to creep across my face. "But, you can't say shit to Jensen. So far, I don't think he'll back me."
He nodded briefly.
I pulled him into a guy hug, patting him on the back, then looked over at Riley.
"I have enough fucking problems at the moment, and this guy here," I said, motioning towards Riley, "is helping me out. The last thing I need is for you guys to blow the lid off of this for me."
"You've got my word, man," Smith sternly replied. I'd known him long enough to know that his word was everything. If he said he would back me, he would definitely back me.
"Alright. Better hurry up and get Jensen's shit. I better get back there to Cassie. She's probably scared shitless right now."
"Cassie, huh?” Smith asked, shaking his head and laughing slightly. “Well, I'm sorry if I scared the living fuck out of her. I was not expecting to see her hot ass standing in your house."
"Watch it, asshole," I jokingly warned. "That's my hot piece of ass you're talking about." He held up his hands in a mocking show of defense. "Have fun in Palm Springs. Riley, I'll get back to you in a minute."
I turned away from them and quickly made my way back to my room. When I opened the door, Cassie was lying face up on my bed, holding the broken boot bands in her hands, worry engrained in her.
"Hey. You okay?"
She sat up in the bed; her eyes looked like tears would erupt from them at any moment.
"Not really. But I'm more worried about you."
"Don't worry about me. I'm fine."
I sat down on the bed next to her, my hands instinctively making their way up to her face, gently moving her hair behind her ear.
"Smith isn't going to say anything. He's on our side too."
"How do you know that?" Her voice grew weak and shaky, splintering my heart with every sound she made.
"Because I know my boys. Right now, the only ones I know aren't with us are Newsome, but he doesn't know." I paused for a second. "And Jensen."
"I know. It's Jensen I'm worried about."
Her response made my blood boil.
"Why? What has he said to you?"
"He hasn't said anything to me directly. I just see the looks he gives me, like he hates me."
"He doesn't hate you. He just sees you as a student, and he is too fucking fixated on what the Marine Corps says. He forgets sometimes that we're human, and our thoughts don't always line up with what the Corps says– I've been guilty of that too, up until now."
"I never planned on this. I never wanted to ruin anything for anyone–"
"And you aren’t. Stop that shit. I put myself exactly where I am. If anything, I could possibly be hurting you."
"No, you aren't. I wanted this too."
"Then that's it."
"What's it?"
"This. You and me." She stared at me in amazement. "Look, the Corps is designed so that we can't work. And up until a week or so ago, I backed it wholeheartedly. But I see shit now. The rose colored glasses are off."
"But you love the Marine Corps. It's who you are."
"I still love it. It's made me who I am, but with the rules comes the ability to learn to lead, and learning to lead means being able to think for yourself."
I needed her closer to me in that moment, so I pulled her to me, moving her to sit on my lap.
"Me and you, what we have, what we're doing, is a crime. But I want you. I chose you. And I'm ready to jump off this fucking bridge if you're ready to jump with me."
Her little nose wrinkled as she laughed– the first soul soothing laugh I had heard from her in what felt like forever.
"Now, take these clothes off. You've just given me the fucking erection from hell."
She made quick work of her clothes, needing the physical closeness just as badly as I did.
I sat on the bed in my same spot, taking in the show as she swiveled her hips to get out of her shorts. I twirled my finger before me, signaling for her to turn around. Her ass was a sight for sore eyes, and I reached out for her, running my hands over it as my dick sprung to life, eager to have her full and undivided attention. I roughly grabbed her, bringing her down on my awaiting cock that was damn near stabbing through my shorts.
"What are you going to do about those shorts?"
My eyebrows twitched in amusement.
"What are you going to do about them?" I asked, holding her around her waist with one hand while fondling her pretty, perky tit in the other.
She used her hands to free herself from my grip, placing them on my shorts in a matter of seconds, tugging away as I lifted my hips to give her room to fully remove them. Going commando worked in our favor since the second my shorts was disposed of, my dick stood erect and waiting to have her do with it as she pleased.
"It's yours. Do as you like."
She smiled, slowly dropping to her knees.
Anticipation was beginning to tear away at me. Seeing her shimmering green eyes staring up at me, that perfectly placed smile as she rubbed on my dick...it sent an ache throughout my body that took the patience of a saint to not urgently extinguish.
Silky smoothness rubbed over every inch of my cock, and I sucked in a long, soothing breath as she gently stroked, making my heart rate spike with the feel of it. I rested my hands on the sides of me, grabbing hold of the cover on the bed as she began to pick up the pace. A sensitive tingle exploded within me, making me realize that I wouldn't last too long once she got her mouth on me.
I felt the moist, warmth of the tip of her tongue, swirling around the tip of my cock, forcing sparks to shoot off within me. Her hand continued to stroke me as her tongue flirted with me, on edge and ready to explode. When she placed her full mouth around me, I was a fucking goner. She stole almost all of my control out of me with her first suck alone. My hands immediately left the bed, taking hold of her sensually, soft hair and forcefully guiding her up and down. My hips thrust to meet her moves, slamming into the back of her throat as I lost what little restraint I had left. Her ability to deep throat astonished me, and if I weren't contorting in a mixture of torture and pleasure, I would have smiled with pride.
