She stroked me once, from base to tip and back down again.
Pleasure built like a summer storm.
One fucking touch and this girl had me shaking where I knelt.
“Do you want me to?” It came out with a tremor of her soul, and the barest, smallest tease. “It is your birthday, after all.”
I touched her face again, my voice a low growl. “Don’t you dare do anything you don’t want to do, Aster. Not now. Not ever.”
Not with me.
Not with that bastard I was going to put in the ground.
“I have never stopped wanting you.”
Then she was slipping her gorgeous lips around my cock and sucking me into the well of her mouth.
I nearly came with the feel of her. At the pleasure only she could bring. This girl who was everything.
“Fuck, Aster, baby…I love your mouth.”
I could feel her smile around my length, then she licked up to my engorged head, sucked long and slow before she was consuming me all over again.
My hips jutted and jerked.
Bliss threatening to take me whole.
I was not going to last.
Not with her hot mouth and her sweet heart and the old dreams that could no longer be repressed.
“I can’t believe I’m with you like this. Could die right here, baby. So good. So fucking good.” It mumbled from my mouth on a slow slide as she sucked me up and down. She took me deeper and deeper with each pass until the tip of my cock was gliding to the back of her throat.
I grunted as she took me whole.
She stroked me in sync.
My hands were fists in her hair, guiding her harder. Faster. Deeper.
“Good girl.” The affection fell from my lips. “You’re perfect. So perfect.”
I sat up high on my knees, my hips thrusting as she took me as far as she could, the girl close to gagging, and there was something about it that fully set me off.
The way she hummed and moaned, the reverberation vibrating me to the bones. It wound me straight to the point I was going to blow.
Pleasure raced my spine, my balls fucking tight.
She grabbed me by the ass with both hands and gave herself over. Let me lead this frantic rhythm.
I took her in long, deep strokes.
She urged me faster.
I split apart.
Prisoner to this girl’s mouth and hands.
But it was her heart that had always fit me just right.