Cassie looks at me with wide eyes, her eyes locked on mine as she runs her tongue along the underside of my cock from the base all the way to the tip. When she reaches the top, she flicks her tongue over my head, pressing against the hole before she wraps her lips around it.
Her mouth is warm and wet and I can't think of anything on earth that's better than the feeling of Cassie's perfect lips wrapped around it.
"Your lips... " I groan, my hands running through her hair. I grip a handful, then force myself to relax to keep from doing what I want to do: pull her deeper onto my cock.
She pulls away, her hand stroking my shaft slowly and rhythmically as she caresses my balls with her other hand. She's jerking me off, her face an inch away from my cock, and I try to think about anything else that might keep me from coming all over that sweet face of hers. "Is this okay?" she whispers, her voice soft.
Is it okay? Holy shit. She thinks it might not be okay.
If she's a virgin, does that mean she hasn't blown anyone before? Shit, I should have considered that.
"Yes," I say. "It's fucking amazing."
She beams, wrapping her lips around my head again, her hand pumping my shaft as she sucks the top of my cock.
I close my eyes, savoring her mouth as she sucks me deeper. This is better than I imagined, far better than I fantasized when I thought about her on her knees with her lips wrapped around me.
I'm so hard and so close to the edge already, after having my face between her legs and my fingers inside her pussy, that I have to keep from exploding inside her mouth right this second.
When Cassie pulls back again, her hand pumping my shaft, her big eyes looking up at me, it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I don't think I could ever get tired of seeing her on her knees.
Then she opens her mouth and touches her tongue to the tip of my cock, her mouth hanging wide open as she strokes me. Pre-cum drips onto her tongue. "Shit, Cassie," I say, my hand gripping the roots of her hair, tighter now because I can't help it. I want this girl so damn much.
"I've thought about this," she says, her hand moving gently over my balls, heavy with everything I've been storing up for her. Her other hand strokes me harder as she looks up at me. "I've thought about this so much."
She wraps her lips back around my tip, sucking me harder until I can't take it anymore.
"Cassie," I warn, my voice strained as I try to hang on.
"Go ahead," she says, her voice thick. She looks up at me, her lush lips plump from my kisses. "I want you to claim me. I want you to claim all of me."
"Shit," I groan, taking my cock in my hand and stroking it. "Cassie, I'm going to come all over that pretty little face of yours. All over those tits and that smart little mouth and —"
"Do it," she begs, her face upturned. "Come on me, Colton."
Just like that, my balls clench hard and I come.
All over her face and her mouth and her tits.
I think I scream her name. I think my ears are fucking ringing, it's so intense.
I unclench my eyelids and look down at Cassie. Her mouth hangs open, cum dripping from her lips, and she licks them.
Fuck me.
I just stand there like an idiot watching this girl lick her lips that are covered in my cum. Her cum-stained glasses slide to the tip of her nose. She's the sexiest little nerd I've ever seen.
And she's mine.
"Shit, I'm sorry," I blurt out, pulling her to her feet. I grab a tissue from the box on her desk and dab it at her face.
"I liked it," she says, handing me her glasses as she laughs uncomfortably. "Is that bad?"
I look at the cum splattered over her tits. I marked my territory, that's for damn sure. I grab another tissue and clean the rest of her off.
"No," I growl, kissing her lips. I pull her against me because I don't want to stop touching her. "I haven't hooked up with anyone since... well, it's been a while, so there's a lot."
She laughs, her hand on my chest. "Colton King, world famous player, is telling me he hasn't hooked up with anyone in a while?"
"Not since you." I don't even try to play it cool, don't even try to act nonchalant like it's no big deal. This time, I just say it because it's true.
"Don't give me a bullshit line," she whispers. "I'm not some stupid girl. I know you're a player. I know what I'm getting into."
"It's not bullshit," I insist. I hold her against me because I don't want her to walk away. I want her to stay right here. "I'm not giving you a line just because I want to fuck you. I already told you, the only way you're getting my cock is if you want it. It's all you, Cassie."
I mean that it's all her choice if she wants to fuck me or not and when she wants to do it. Except when I say the words out loud – It's all you, Cassie – I get a twinge of something, a sense in my gut that tells me maybe I mean more than that.