This was tougher than licking chocolate off his rigid shaft, his balls moved with every lick. I had to chase them with my lips, open wide, give him a complete tongue bath. There was no way to do this except with utter abandon.
I sucked first one nut into my mouth, and then the other, making sure I had cleaned every trace of body paint from him before daring to progress to his hard rod. Earlier, I had felt like a goddess, but now the roles had reversed and I was the one doing the worshipping.
Looking up at him with one eye, his enormous cock towering over my face, he seemed like he was in seventh heaven and I felt another burst of pride. This was me doing it. Kendall Brookes, from Woodville no less, was making this powerful man groan in pleasure.
I worked my way up his cock with long, slow, licks, until I reached the top again and familiar territory. Once there, I returned to my previous routine, clearing the last of the body paint away.
As I sucked him, Jace used the brush one more time to draw a kind of line about a third of the way down his shaft, before dropping the brush off the side of the bed. I tried to move so I could lick that too, but he held me firmly enough by the hair that I gasped and shuddered at another surprise burst of pleasure.
Now free from holding the brush, he curled that hand around my neck under my chin and used both hands to guide my mouth back to the tip of his cock. Holding me mostly still, he began to rock his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of my mouth a fraction of an inch deeper each time.
I put my hands on his thighs, worried that he might thrust too far, but the muscles there were even harder than his cock, rippling with power many times more than I could ever muster. Jace was in complete control.
When the tip of his cock brushed the back of my throat, I went rigid, fighting my gag reflex. The last thing I wanted to do was to cough and splutter, to disappoint him and not be able to give back some fraction of the pleasure he had given me.
It hit the back of my throat again, harder, and my face went red from the strain. He pushed forward once more, bottomed out, and held his cock there as my eyes watered and the desperation mounted.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and pushed away with all my strength as I coughed and gasped for air. It felt like forever before I had composed myself.
“Sorry,” I said, quietly.
“It’s fine, you’re doing better than most. You’re a natural.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Try again. Stick out your tongue, reach for that line I painted.”
I took a deep breath and parted my lips just in time to take him in again. He quickly ramped up to his previous depth, plunging his cock into my mouth over and over again until a thick trail of saliva and pre-cum was hanging off my chin.
He touched his cock to the back of my throat and then kept increasing the pressure. I was almost at the point of gagging again when I remembered his instruction, and slid my tongue out along the underside of his shaft.
Right on the tip of my tongue I could taste that body paint, and somehow this made things more comfortable. His shaft even slid a fraction of an inch further into my mouth.
When I looked up at him with watering eyes, his face was a mask of ecstasy. I was so happy that I even felt myself pushing against his cock, trying to get all that chocolate, trying to please him.
“Oh fuuuuck…” he said as he leaned his head back.
Just when I was running out of air, Jace pulled my head off his stiff rod and led me by my hair, until I was lying with my head on the pillow. He dismounted the bed and held up one finger before walking off.
“Don’t move.”
I bit my bottom lip as I watched his ass flex with every step he took. Disappearing into the attached bathroom for a moment, I heard the tap run before he returned and I was able to appreciate the frontal view too.
He climbed back on to the bed, casting one of my legs to the side to make room for himself.
“I’ve been thinking about this since Wednesday,” he said, taking his cock in his hand and guiding himself towards my sopping wet pussy.
Chapter 17
Kendall
I grasped the bedsheets with one fist and braced myself against the headboard with the other hand, as the head of Jace’s cock pushed my labia to either side. He ran the tip along the length of my pussy, quickly coating himself in my natural lubricants, and I whimpered as he pushed forward. My still inexperienced opening was stretched to a slippery ring around him again as he sought entrance.
“Damn you’re tight,” Jace grunted, not even pausing in his advance.
Somehow his cock felt even fatter than before, as my tender teen slit was stretched to what felt beyond the realm of possibility. I sucked in air through clenched teeth, and my arm bracing against the headboard was shaking. I sensed a slight relief of pressure as I was somehow able to accept him inside me.