“What noise?”
“When you come.” He leaned back and sat down at the other end of the couch, his eyes never leaving me. I watched as he pulled his shorts off, revealing his thick, hard cock.
I stared at it and he stared back, holding the base.
“Look how fucking hard you get me,” he said.
“I’m so sorry,” I replied, smiling. “Must be tough.”
“Come here.”
I moved forward and got on top of him, my hand wrapping around his tip and slowly rolling down along his shaft. He grunted as I kissed him, slowly working his length. I had no clue how he fit into those small shorts he wore to fight in, because his cock was thick and heavy, dwarfing my hand.
I leaned back and pulled the top of my dress down, revealing my breasts. I smiled as he hungrily grabbed them, gently working my nipples as I continued working his cock.
“Your fucking body is perfect,” he said.
“Do you like this?” I asked.
“Wrap those lips around my cock,” he said, “and I’ll love it.”
I smiled and blushed but did what he said. I moved back, my ass up in the air, as I licked the length of him, root to tip. I tasted salt and musk and loved it as his pre-cum slipped into my mouth. I sucked him hard, rolling my tongue around his tip, taking his salty taste and skin and needing it.
“Fuck, Alexa,” he grunted. “You suck cock like you were born to do it.”
I continued to work him, my mouth taking as much of him as I could. I loved the way he grunted his pleasure, groaned and moaned. I wanted to make him feel even half as good as he made me feel, wanted him to feel the pleasure he gave me. I sucked him as hard as I could, working his cock.
I pulled him out of my mouth, taking a handful of saliva and jerking him off. I smiled at him, looking him in the eye as I jerked him.
“Do you like to watch me suck your cock?” I asked, blushing.
“I like it when you talk dirty,” he answered, grabbing my hair.
I gasped as he kissed me. “What else do you like?” I asked.
He moved my head back down toward his cock, and I opened my mouth as he pressed his tip between my lips.
“I like when you take that dick,” he said. “I like when you let me fuck your perfect lips.”
He thrusted up and into my mouth, slowly moving in and out. I let him fuck my mouth because I knew he loved it, knew it drove him wild. I wanted to suck every inch of his cock and take every bit of cum he had.
“I love that pussy and that ass,” he continued, fucking my face. “I love how tight you are and how you blush when I talk dirty. I love that you take my cock without complaining.”
I began to work him with my hand, jerking him off as he fucked my mouth. He groaned as I began to suck him hard, working his length, my tongue rolling around. I tried to slide his cock into my throat but couldn’t, could barely fit him.
I worked him like that, letting him thrust as I sucked him. I felt him grab my tits as his cock continued to move in and out of my lips.
“Fuck, girl,” he groaned. “You want me to come in that pretty mouth?”
“Yes,” I said, gasping, as I pulled my head back.
“I want you to swallow every drop.”
I went back to work, sucking him hard, and he groaned. I could tell he was close, as his whole body tensed.
“Fuck, Alexa, suck that cock,” he grunted.
And then he came. His salty cum filled my mouth, and I continued sucking as he shot deep into my throat. I swallowed every bit, just like he had asked me to, and never stopped once. His whole body tensed and stiffened as he grunted, his cock shooting his hot cum deep into my mouth.
Finally, he finished, and I licked every inch of his heavy dick clean.
“Shit,” he gasped. “That was fucking incredible.”
He pulled me up against him and kissed my mouth roughly.
“You’ve been thinking about that since I got home, haven’t you?” he asked.
“Not at all,” I lied.
“There you go, lying to me again.”
I laughed as I sat up and put my dress back on.
“We should go,” I said.
“Guess so.”
I stood up, my pussy still soaked, my body still aching for him. I knew that if I stayed in that room any longer, then I’d beg for him to fuck me. I knew that if I let him get hard again, I’d be gone.
He reluctantly pulled his shorts back on and stood.
“Don’t get any ideas,” I said to him, smiling.
“About what?”
“I still want that divorce.”
He laughed, pulling me against him. “We’ll see.” He kissed me deeply, and my head was a maze, spinning all across the room.
We got home late. I had no clue what I was doing, letting my stepbrother, my husband, get me off like that. Worse, I didn’t know why I needed to suck his cock. I was a little embarrassed about it, but excited, too. I didn’t know what it meant, or where it was going, but I couldn’t wait for more.