Page 83 of Wild Thing
He was completely feral, baring his teeth as he stared down at me with pure admiration for my dick sucking skills.
“I’ve missed your filthy mouth," he rasped.
Gently, he pushed my head down onto his enormous cock even further, the head nudging the back of my throat, causing me to gag. "That feels so fucking good."
I loved the praise.
Maybe I had a praise kink, or maybe it was because I was driven to success, no matter what I was doing.
Blowjobs included.
With my jaw warmed up, and my throat loose, I sucked a little faster, blending the sucking with licking, over and over again, but never once removing his cock from my mouth.
What I couldn’t fit in, my hand gripped and slid in perfect synchronization with my lips.
A beautiful, sexy dance of mouth, tongue and hand.
Brax thrusted deeper into my mouth. I met his thrusts as he went a little harder, fisting my hair and guiding himself into my throat.
I gagged, tears streaming down my face from the enormity of him.
It was a true face fucking.
Bobbing up and down, I met every inch with enthusiastic need.
As much as I loved the praise, I also equally loved the feeling of being dominated. I’d yet to explore the roles of dom-sub, but something told me I’d likely excel at being a submissive.
I liked to be used.
I took him deeper, gagging even more as his dick reached the very back of my throat.
Blowjobs are best when lots of saliva was involved, so I allowed the back of my throat to be invaded, drawing out more and more saliva, which made his shaft super wet.
He throbbed in my mouth, the sensation pulsing around my lips. Even after all these years, I still knew his pleasure points and the way he liked it.
I sucked and stroked again and again, the ache between my legs almost unbearable.
Brax’s pulsing dick told me he was getting close.
Any other time, I would have gladly welcomed his climax down the back of my throat, but I needed to fuck this man.
Brax must have had a similar thought, as he quickly withdrew from my mouth, grabbed me by the shoulders and yanked me up, leaning me into the back of the lounge with force.
“My turn,” he grunted.
He grabbed my ass and lifted me up onto the back of the lounge. Using his knees, he spread my legs wide open, his eyes immediately locking in on my slicked pussy.
Seeing how wet I was, he ran his tongue along his bottom lip and bit it.
My heart was in my mouth as I realized that one stroke of his luscious tongue might be all it took for me to come.
He knelt before me, like I was his queen.
“You’ve got the prettiest pussy,” he said, taking a moment to look at me. I melted on the inside.
He placed his mouth was on me, and fuck me if that didn’t feel like heaven.
Slowly, he lapped at me, tasting me and flicking his tongue over my clit. Each stroke of his tongue caused my breath to hitch.
