“Yes,” I grit out.
“Do you want my mouth, Ryan?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want it fast or slow?” she teases, using my words.
“Both.”
“Will you help me hold my hair back? I don’t mind if you get a little rough,” she adds. “If I need up for air, I’ll tap your leg twice, okay?”
Holy fuck. Up for air?
Both her hands go into her hair as she works her fingers through the curls, pulling it up to the top of her head. The movement puts her full breasts on display, her perky nipples pointed right at me. If I’m a king, she’s a fucking queen. She oozes confidence. She knows exactly what she wants, and I’m going to let her have it.
She holds her hair up with one hand, pressing in between my legs until her knees hit the base of the couch. She taps my hip with her free hand, and I shift down a little, reclining back against the cushions. “Take my hair, Ryan,” she directs.
My left hand sweeps up to wrap around hers at her crown. She slips her hand out and now it’s me holding her hair back so she can choke on my dick. It twitches in desperation, ready for her. Her hands smooth up my thighs one more time, and then she’s holding me at the base, her tongue teasing my tip. I groan, eyes shut tight, as her wet mouth sucks on my tip. I know this is just a tease. She’s barely getting started. I mutter a curse as she takes a little more of me into her mouth.
“Fuck, that feels good.” Both my hands are in her hair now, bracing her head as she bobs. She sucks and teases, fluttering her tongue.
“Mmm…” She hums against my tip, and I feel the vibrations shooting straight through me to my spine. “You taste good. I want you to give me more. Give me everything. I’m swallowing.”
Oh my fucking god, she has to stop talking.
Also, she better never fucking stop.
Both.
Neither.
I can’t fucking think—
“Let go,” she murmurs. “I feel you holding on so tight.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say, echoing her words from earlier, my hands soft in her hair.
She pulls back, glancing up at me. “You won’t. I refuse to succumb to death by dick. But I love the thrill of being used. Now, fuck my mouth the way you’re dying to, and come down my throat.”
“Fuck.” My hands tighten in her hair. “Suck it. Put it in your mouth. No more fucking talking.”
With an eager smile, she does as she’s told, and the dopamine hit of her obedience has me feeling high. She wraps her mouth around me and sinks down, finally giving me more than a little teasing suck. I shift my hips, inching forward so I have better leverage. My hands move with her head, fingers digging into her curls, as she bobs up and down.
Desperate to give her more, I give a little practice press of my hips, moving against her mouth. She groans her approval, her hands smoothing over my hips. I do it again, my brain scrambling as the only sound that fills the room is her humming and moaning as she sucks.
“Feels so fucking good,” I pant, my hips moving in time with her. “Baby, I want more. Can I—god—I want—”
She drops her face lower, her nose all but brushing my trimmed pubes as my whole body is flooded with the sensation of my dick tapping the back of her throat. I can’t breathe as she gags herself on my length and my tip is squeezed in her throat.
“Oh fuck—fuck—” I cry out, my hands tightening in her hair.
She lifts up, panting for air as her saliva coats me from tip to root.
“Again,” I beg. “Do it again—please—”
She does, and I ride with her this time, my hands ready as I grip and pull, thrusting with my hips until it’s me doing the work, tapping the back of her throat with my dick until she gags and pulls back.
“Fuck, Ryan,” she whimpers, wiping her mouth as she glances up at me. Her eyes are watering, her mascara is smeared, and she looks like my every fantasy. “I’m so close,” she says up at me. My left hand is still holding her hair, though several of the curls have come loose, framing her freckled face. “I’m gonna work my clit and go again and we’ll come together, yeah?”
I nod. It’s all I can manage. I certainly can’t manage words right now. I don’t think I’ve ever come with a woman at the same time before. It’s always just been her then me. I’m on fire with the need to see this through. I feel like I’ll hold mine off for a lifetime if it means we come together.
She drops her hand down between her legs, fingering herself. I can’t see anything with the angle of the couch, but in moments, she opens her eyes, her chest flushed as she lifts her fingers. I look down at them, seeing how they glisten.