“What are you doing?” he asks me, a wide smile brightening his face.
“What do you think?” I whisper, touching my lips to the edge of the glass, and reaching for the white pool of cum with the tip of my tongue. I scoop up just a few drops, and bring my tongue back inside my mouth, closing my eyes as I swallow. His saltiness makes me skin prickle, his raw manly flavor burning its way down my throat.
“This is how crazy you make me,” I say, once again placing my lips against the glass. This time, instead of just scooping a few drops of it with my tongue, I tilt the glass toward me and let his seed flow into my mouth, filling it. I smile at him, open my mouth to show him my cum-coated tongue, and then just swallow once more.#p#分页标题#e#
Despite my free-of-prejudice background, me being a player in the sex industry and all, I’ve never done anything as crazy as this. But being with Parker just unleashes that wild Amy, crazy whispers of temptation echoing inside my mind and driving me toward that fabled place where there are no limits.
“Take it all,” I hear Parker’s voice, and I open my eyes just in time to see him taking the glass out of my hands. He brings it up to my mouth, and I smile as I reach for it with my lips, opening my mouth as wide as I can as Parker tilts the glass toward my mouth.
His seed fills me up in a heartbeat, and thick strands of cum drip down the side of my mouth and chin, making their way down my neck and inevitably going over the curve of my breasts.
Pulling the glass back, Parker empties the rest over my naked chest, painting me in white. I feel a shiver going up my spine as I feel his fluids caressing my naked skin, its warmness like a blanket of pleasure and lust.
“This is so fucking insane,” Parker grins, throwing the glass to the side and running both his hands through my hair. “So fucking insane,” he repeats, his eyes roaming over my glistening skin as he takes in the scene.
Swallowing the cum inside my mouth, I then grab his face with both my hands and look into his eyes. “It is insane… And so is this,” I whisper as I lean into him and, before he can do a thing about it, I shove my cum-coated tongue inside his mouth. Surprisingly, he doesn’t push me back; instead, he kisses me with abandonment, stealing whatever cum is still inside my mouth with his frenetic kiss.
“I love insane,” he tells me, pulling back from my kiss and smiling, his lips glistening from the cum. Moving fast, he grabs me by the hips and forces me to roll to the side, laying me down on the couch. “And now someone will have to clean all this mess…” he whispers, his eyes trained on the strands of cum making their way down my stomach and straight toward the wet space between my thighs.
Lying down between my legs, he forces me to spread them wide, and then his mouth is on me. He lays it on top of my pussy, sucking my drenched folds inside his mouth, and then he runs his tongue up to my clit, circling it over and over again before he goes on his way.
I run my fingers through his hair as he licks me, and then I let out a purred moan as his tongue climbs up to my belly, scooping up the strands of cum dripping down my body. Licking me dry, he takes his time as his lips and tongue roam over my stomach before finally going for my tits. There, he climbs their curve with the tip of his tongue, and then wraps his lips around one nipple and sucks it dry, lapping at it with his tongue.
Lying down on the couch, I grin as I feel his mouth caressing my skin, but then Parker crushes that grin into submission by pressing his lips against mine. I tremble slightly as I feel the cum on his lips, proof of how insane the two of us have gotten, and then I just let my tongue dance around his over a blanket of thick cum.
Lost in our kiss, I let all worry fade away into nothingness.
At least for now, we’ve escaped the real world; our hiding place is both of our naked bodies.
18
Parker
It's been three days since Susan Duran left. Three days since she detonated that bomb in my lap and said she was quitting this campaign and left me scrambling.
Luckily, I'm not one to take things sitting down. I'm fucking proactive.
I'm standing at the podium, and I look over at my new campaign manager, Megan Wright. She's standing off to the side, giving me a secret thumbs up, as if that's supposed to make me feel any better about this press conference.#p#分页标题#e#
Megan is Susan Duran's opposite in every way. She has a head full of big curls that sway like the ocean when she talks.
Susan was a planner, the kind of person who ate checklists for breakfast. Bounced bullet lists instead of basketballs.
Do you see where I'm fucking going with this?
Megan is a planner too, I suppose, but on the opposite end of the spectrum. With her, we make a plan by throwing it up in the air, and then sort of wing it through the details falling all around us.