12 Inches (A Secret Baby Dark Romance)(102)

Grabbing his cock by the base tightly, I start sucking with as much effort as I can muster, bobbing my head back and forth as if my life depended on it. It doesn’t take long for his cock to start pulsing against the inner side of my cheeks, and knowing that he’s close, I push through the pain on my neck and keep going as hard as humanly possible.

“Fuck!” he blurts out again, this time louder. His fingers curl against my scalp, and with one mighty thrust, he cums into my mouth. It’s warm and salty, and as it gushes in a torrent over my tongue, I can feel my skin prickling. I remain still, his spasming cock inside of me as he shoots his seed, filling my mouth until it can’t hold anything else, both with his cock and his cum.

When his fingers on my head relax, I start pulling out, tightening my lips around his cock on the way out. I look up at him then, making a grimace out of it as his cum is still filling my mouth; he’s breathing hard, but there’s a grin of satisfaction on his face.#p#分页标题#e#

Still looking him in the eyes, I open my mouth, showing him all of the cum I have in my mouth. His face lights up with a devious grin and he takes my hand in his, pulling me up and into him. I let myself go willingly, feeling my knees sore from all that time kneeling at his feet. Not that I’m complaining—oh, not at all.

As soon as I’m at his level, I lean forward and press my mouth against his, parting my lips and letting his tongue in. I feel his semen starting to drip down my chin as we kiss, but I couldn’t care less. He sucks on my tongue, and then rolls his inside of my mouth, stealing back all of his cum. The moment he pulls back from me, I wipe my chin with the back of my hand, swallowing whatever’s left inside of my mouth. Grinning, he does the same, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as his own fluids go down his throat.

“Don’t think that means we’re done,” he says, that lustful grin on his lips. He takes his hand and places it right over my crotch. “Now’s my turn.”

My heart thrashes inside my chest as he says it, and my pussy almost bursts like a dam. I become so wet that I start to feel even my dress becoming damp. And no, I’m not exaggerating.

“I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me,” I tell him as he pushes me back against the seat, sliding his fingers under my dress; he pulls me into him, crushing his mouth into mine. We kiss in abandonment, Lance’s tongue brushing against my lips and cleaning it dry of the drops of cum still hanging there. His hands keep going up my legs, and he slides them under my body, cupping my ass cheeks harshly as he gently bites on my neck.

“Keep it hard for me, baby,” I whisper into his ear, grabbing his cock and stroking. I didn’t need to worry, he’s still as hard as concrete. Even though I’ve teased him to no end and forced him to cum inside of my mouth, he’s still hard! And he didn’t even need five seconds to rest and recuperate. Oh, the world does belong to the young ones, it seems...

His fingers rub my ass cheeks, his thumbs going over my crack and pulling at my thong. With his hands over my underwear, he forces his way around my waist, bunching up the fabric of my dress, and plants one hand right over my pussy and thong. I’m so wet that his fingers slip over my crotch, as if I’m covered in oil. Pressing his open palm there, he rubs it against me until I throw my head back and start moaning hard.

He takes his hand out for one quick second, just the amount of time necessary for him to push my dress up to my waist. As his fingers brush against my skin, I feel them wet and slippery, completely covered in my juices.

Once more, he presses hard against my pussy, and I start stroking him in a backhanded motion, my hand moving over his length almost too clumsily.

My eyes are closed, so I don’t see him leaning into me—all that I feel are his lips wrapping themselves tightly around my nipples and sucking hard on them, one hand of his cupping my breasts and pulling at them.

I don’t know how that’s even possible, but I’m becoming even wetter. I can already feel my fluids dripping down my inner thighs; such is the mess my loins are in.

I moan in anticipation as he starts tugging on my dress, pushing it down my legs in a hurry; I kick it off, lying back against the seat just in my completely drenched thong. Exactly the way he likes it, I bet.

He grabs my ass, squeezing hard while he pulls at the small string that covers it. He pulls and tugs at the part of my thong that goes around my thighs, slowly sending it down on one side and then on the other. Soon enough, only a small wet patch of fabric is covering my pussy.

Lance goes from one nipple to the other, licking and sucking, and taking his time with my tits. I grab his head and force him to suck on my nipples harder, the flesh in my breasts molding to the pressure of his mouth. Softly, he pulls on my right nipple with his teeth, biting on it with a kind of careful and tender pressure. My mind stabbed by pleasure, he finally starts to softly kiss his way down to my belly, going to his knees like I did before. There, he takes his time, kissing around my waist as if that un-tanned line of skin marked border territory. But eventually he goes over it, his lips seductively kissing my groins. I’m fighting hard not to thrust my pussy against his face, but if he had the mental fortitude to resist me, I can do the same.#p#分页标题#e#