Page 36 of My Never
“Shit, Ava. Are you asking me to fuck your throat?” I ask, trying to hold back my excitement. She nods her head, mouth full of my cock, but if I’m going to fuck her throat, I need to hear the consent.
“Words, Ava. It’s dark in here.”
The dirty smack of her popping off my cock makes me groan.
“Make me fucking gag on it, Mark.”
I about come on the spot.
“Where the fuck have you been hiding, Firecracker? Get comfortable, and you better get those fingers working that pussy.” She whimpers as I hear her shift around. “I want you moaning with those plump red lips that drive me insane wrapped around my cock. Tap my left thigh three times if you want me to stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I’m ready,” she pants excitedly.
Expletives string along in my mind as I wish I could see every bit of what’s happening.
“Moan long and low if you’re rubbing your clit,” I command as I slide my head between her lips. She answers with a long and low moan that vibrates up my shaft, and I growl from the mere pleasure of it.
“Such a good fucking girl. Hold on tight.”
I fuck slowly into her mouth, sliding back as far as I dare to test where the gag is initiated, the sound music to my ears. I back up a smidge and pump faster, enjoying the feel of her tongue sliding against me. She squeezes my ass and moans as I imagine her finger fucking her pussy. It spurs me deeper, and I grin lewdly as I hear that gag and she squeezes my ass hard again. I pump as she chokes for just a second before pulling out all the way and bending to give her a sloppy kiss.
“Your mouth takes my cock so well. Are you doing okay?”
“Have I tapped out?” she answers me with a breathless, bratty tone, and I curse.
“Such a bratty mouth. Open wide.”
I slide back in, loving this dirty side of her. The darkness of the room emboldens her.
“Make yourself come, babe. I’ll warn you when I’m close. It won’t be long. You suck cock so good.”
She answers me with a high-pitched moan, and I fucking love it. It takes a whole four more pumps and a stuttering inhale from her to know she’s there, and so am I. I warn her that I’m ready so that she can back off if she wants to, but it doesn’t surprise me when she mewls and squeezes my ass, moaning as she comes apart and swallowing every drop I give her along the way.
“Sei fottutamente perfetta.”You’re fucking perfect,I praise her as she slumps against my legs, and I rub my fingers down her cheek.
“Now we have to find our clothes,” she whispers, breathless from both of our orgasms.
“I’ll find them. Relax.”
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Ava
Wow.I am utterly boneless. I don’t know what came over me, but the insane urge to do what I just did was so strong, and I don’t regret it. Maybe it was the tequila that made me bold. Maybe it was the darkness. Either way, I craved his power. At the same time, I craved the feeling of knowing I made him lose control.
I feel him pull up his pants beside me in the darkness, then listen as he shuffles around to find my dress.
“Your hand, Bella,” he whispers, and I stop breathing. He called me beautiful, again. Not Firecracker. I reach out into the darkness for his hand, and when he grasps it, he helps me climb up onto my wobbly feet. I’m kind of thankful for the dark. Mark drapes the dress over my head and pulls it down, walking around my back to help zip it up before placing a soft kiss to my shoulder that makes me swoon.
He laces my fingers in between his and kisses the back of my hand as he lights up his phone to look for the rest of our clothes, namely his shirts and tie. When he finds them, he sets the phone down on the countertop so that the light illuminates things around us while he slips into the undershirt. I shake out the button up, and he slides it on. I do up the buttons, and he tucks it in. It all seems so natural. Like this isn’t our first time fooling around. He finishes rolling up his sleeves and looks up at me.
“Feel better?” he asks, smiling as he uses his thumbs to gently wipe beneath my eyes. I bet my mascara is a flipping mess.
“Oh my gosh, I bet I look like a truck hit me. Please ignore me.”
“Never. You’re beautiful, and the only reason it’s messed up is because you were busy choking on my cock. That’s the best kind of smudged mascara.”
We snicker together.
