“Oh? And why should I let you?”
I ran my tongue along my upper lip. “Because I’m going to let you put this...” I gave his cock a gentle squeeze through his pants, then slipped a finger into my mouth, “...in here.”
He laughed. “I should hire you to negotiate for me,” he said, rolling over and collapsing heavily on his back in the mess of white sheets. “You’re a convincing girl.”
I immediately went for his belt, pulling down his pants in one motion. I swung up and straddled him, his hairy muscled legs prickly against my smooth thighs. I ran my hands over this chest as he put his arms up behind his head. Looking at him, it was as if he was going to take a leisurely nap, not watching me suck his cock.
I grinned at that dirty thought. My hands took his hard dick out of his cotton boxers, ready to suck him until he came in my mouth. The thought flamed my desire, and I could feel the heat and tension building between my thighs again.
Well, maybe I wouldn’t let him come after all. At least not in my mouth.
I pulled down his boxers far enough that his thick cock bounced free, straining toward the ceiling and standing before me like a statue. This was why men built obelisks and skyscrapers, I thought, sitting back and admiring him. I had been with enough guys to know James was blessed. Not only in size, but in appearance. His was a handsome cock, well-proportioned, thick and meaty. It was the sort of cock a girl looked forward to fondling and sucking on.
I ran my hands down his length in a gentle caress, letting one hand slide under him to lift his balls while the other gripped his shaft and squeezed. I lifted with both hands in the same rhythm, stroking him up and down.
“I told you I was going to spoil you,” he said with a cocky grin, thrusting his hips up for me.
“I like being spoiled,” I said, leaning down and kissing his chest.
I licked one nipple, then kissed over and licked the next, grinding my hips up towards my stroking hands. When I sat back up, a trickle of his milky pre-cum had spilled from the slit at the end of his engorged shaft. I slid back and leaned down, squeezing him as tightly as I dared, putting my tongue to his slit to lick the second bead of pre-cum that gathered there.
I licked at him teasingly, loving the grimace of pleasure on his face, then took him in my mouth.
I started shallow and slow, letting the flat of my tongue curl and rub under his velvety ridge, tugging on him gently with my mouth. I took my hand from his shaft and laid it palm down on his hard stomach, only holding him by his plum-shaped balls now, letting my sucking mouth provide the pleasure on its own.
I looked up at him earnestly, wanting to see his pleasure in his face. His eyes stared back, full of passionate fire. I could feel the tension in his abs under my hand, and see the muscles flexed in his arms, as if he were ready to leap from the bed and fuck me hard at a moments' notice. But he stayed still and let me have my way with him for a little while.
I decided to reward him for being such a good boy. I slid further down his legs, giving myself enough room for what I was about to do. I glanced up at him once more, and without taking my eyes form him slowly took him deeper, until the leaking head of his cock pressed the soft palate at the back of my mouth. I squeezed his balls gently and forced myself further down, until his head slid past my gag reflex. I heaved, feeling the walls of my throat squeeze his hardness as I gagged. I held myself there, slurping and choking on his length, for as long as I could take it. When I finally lifted myself off of him I coughed and wiped away the thick strings of spittle that still tied my mouth to his throbbing cock.
“Well?” I asked, coughing and wiping away the tears that had welled in my eyes.
“That was pretty good, I guess,” he said.
My jaw dropped. I had never deep throated a guy before, and now I might never do it again.
He seemed to sense that he had said the wrong thing. “But I’d like it better if you’d put that little pussy on my face while you did it.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Nice recovery,” I said, and before I could obey he leaned forward, pulling me up so he could grab me by the waist and hurry me into position, my legs straddling his head. I could feel his hot breath on my slick and puffy folds, still engorged from being fucked so roughly over the back of the couch.
“Let’s see who comes first,” he said.
“It's not a race--” I said, my voice rising to a squeak as he began. He ran the flat part of his tongue from my clit to my perineum. I squeezed my butt cheeks tight as his tongue came so near my other hole, the surprising sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through my core as his tongue laved my swollen lips.
He s
truck my butt cheek with a playful smack that made me yelp, then groaned into my pussy. “Are you going to suck that cock or just look at it?”
I descended on him, mad with lust and desire. It was difficult to focus with his mouth licking and sucking at my pussy. He slipped fingers in and out of my wet folds, his moans sending little vibrations through me. I felt myself softening, getting unbelievable wet for him. My hips ground down on their own, until his chin pressed hard against my clit. The pressure provided some relief, but what I craved desperately was for him to put his big cock deep inside of me again.
He spanked my ass again, hard enough to make me cry out in pain. I realized I had stopped sucking him. I put my mouth on him, mindlessly choking myself on his cock now, slurping and moaning loudly, too distracted as he brought my own pleasure to a crest to be subtle or skilled. I cried out, squeezing his cock with both hands. I went down on him with all my strength as I orgasmed over his lapping tongue, my pussy clenching and quivering as he licked the juices from my oversensitive lips.
“Down,” he grunted, pushing my hips. I slid myself along his chest until I laid between his legs, my head between his feet. My breasts pressed against his legs, and I knew that he must enjoy that sensation.
I felt his cock at my entrance. I tried to grind into him, to take him. I could feel his want, his need. “Do you want this cock, Allie?”
I looked back at him, seeing his lust. I was full of raw desire as well, and I needed that cock inside of me. My body ached to have that cock inside of me. “I want it so bad, James...”
I heard him growl, and a second later he was pushing past my folds and inside of me. I put my head back between his legs, my tits resting on his feet. The ache of being stretched so hard was sweet. I began to grind my hips down on him, making his head rub little circles all over inside of me.