He eases himself up on the counter of the island in the center of the kitchen and starts unbuckling his belt.
I get a little more interested.
He unbuttons and unzips, looking at me the whole time.
I smile.
He positively grins. “You did good. And you’re gonna take the first test, so you get to suck my dick until I come down your throat. But just so we’re clear, if you want to take a test tomorrow, you have to suck me at school.”
Jesus. Why does he say these things to me? It fucking gets me crazy. I know I should be horrified, but I’m not. He’s turning me on. He’s turning me into a freak. “Noted.”
“Take me out.”
I smile so big my cheeks might crack. The last time I gave him a blow job here, I got so bothered by it, I came. Jesus. I ease up out of my seat and walk over to him. His eyes never leave mine. It’s like he’s more interested in what I’m thinking than my naked body. And that turns me on even more than his hulking cock under those jeans.
I reach for his boxer briefs and pull them down until I see the tip of his cock. God, he has a beautiful cock. The head is thick and perfect. I lick my lips and look up at him.
“Go ahead. If you’re so eager, just do it.”
I pull him out all the way, pumping him gently in my hand. His hand clamps over mine, squeezing. Making me squeeze harder. I lower my head into his lap and wrap my lips around him, sucking on his tip and then swirling my tongue around it like I’m licking a lollipop. His fingers dig into my hair and urge me to take more of him. I know he likes that deep stuff, and I’m not that good at it. But I try hard. I try my best to please him and I’m rewarded with a moan.
I moan too, my vocal cords humming against his shaft as he presses down on my head. I decide to just go for it. Fuck everything. I forget about everything but him. I take him in as far as I can, gag, pull back, the saliva spilling out of my mouth. But I dive down for more and this makes him pull my head away. He jumps down off the counter and stands in front of me.
“Kneel and put your hands on my thighs, Shannon. And don’t move them.”
It’s not an order. Not something I must obey. But the way he says it—well, it makes me want to obey. I place my hands flat against his muscular thighs as he gathers my hair in a ponytail, gripping it so tight, it pulls on my scalp.
“Look at me,” he says.
I do. I want nothing more than to look at him. His jaw is covered with stubble two days old. His green eyes are at half-mast as he gazes down at me. His dick is hard and right in front of my lips.
“Open,” he says. “I’m gonna fuck your face and come down your throat.”
I open my mouth and he shoves himself inside so fast, his cock bumps up against my soft palate and makes me gag. But he doesn’t wait for me this time. He’s in control. He’s the one with the power. He pulls my head back by my hair and then thrusts me forward again, hitting that same spot. My fingers are clenched around the loose denim of his jeans as I force myself to give in to what he wants from me.
I never stop looking at him. My eyes are only on him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” And the he rams his cock again and again. I gag, and spit, and noises are coming from my throat that I’ve never heard before. But each time he thrusts, he moans.
I am doing it right, that’s what those moans mean.
The next time he hits my soft palate I wrap my lips around him tighter and suck, bobbing my head to his rhythm. Back and forth so fast, he loses control, stiffens, and then his warm semen is spilling down my throat.
“Swallow,” he groans. “Swallow me.”
I swallow every single drop and when he pulls away and the saliva is spilling down my chin, I lean forward and lick his tip.
“I fucking love you,” he says.
I—can’t move. I can’t speak. I have tears from the stress of being face-fucked running down my cheeks and I’m sure my eye makeup is all smeared. I must look horrible.
But he just said he loves me.
“I do, Shannon. I knew the first time I saw you, I was going to love you forever. It was one of those things you just know.”
And then he pulls me to my feet and kisses me on the mouth. A long, deep kiss that says more than his words ever will.
He loves me. I can feel it in my core.
He takes my hand and leads me through the kitchen, past the living room, and into the hallway where I’ve never been before. We stop in his bedroom and he kicks off his boots and drops his pants. He takes my hand again and leads me over to his bed and then he lies down and says, “Rub your pussy over my mouth.”
Fuck. This dirty talk does me in. I gulp some air and then climb onto the bed, straddling his waist and bracing myself with my palms flat on his hard chest.