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relaxed.
“Stroke me.”
My hand moved before my brain could decide if I should. I squeezed him and he groaned. My fingers wouldn’t close around his width and he was only half aroused. I realized just how big he was. I moved my hand until I almost let him go. I was surprised to feel moisture at the end. My eyes flew to his. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, baby. Do whatever you want. I love your touch.” His hand reached up and pinned a strand of hair that had escaped back behind my ear. I bit my lip.
“Can I see?” My hand was inside his pants. All I could do was feel it.
He smiled. “Oh, now you want to see it?”
I blushed scarlet, which made him laugh. He withdrew my hand and placed his on my waist. He was lifting me off the couch as I moved to his non-verbal commands.
“On your knees.”
I don’t know how he did it, but suddenly I was in front of him on the floor and his sweats were around his ankles. His cock was proud and straight between his thighs, heavy and thick with his arousal. “Stroke me,” he demanded again.
Damn, those two words did something to me. My body clenched and my mouth watered. The thought of deep throating him, tasting his salty cum was utmost in my mind. I encircled him with my hand and started to pump up and down. I soon realized what the moisture I had felt before actually was. Pre-cum. He was already leaking. I brushed my thumb over the mushroom head, fascinated by this man’s cock. The shape, the size. As I stroked, it grew, becoming even thicker and longer until it was a hard, rigid staff that felt as if it would break in half if I touched it the wrong way. I giggled, remembering all those euphemisms used in the romance novels I’d checked out from the county library when I was younger and still believed in romantic love.
I felt a sharp tug on my hair. “First rule, Abby. Never, ever laugh when you have a man’s cock in your hand or your mouth or your pussy.” He stared down at me, his eyes half-lidded.
I smiled up at him. “No? Does that deflate your male ego?”
He grunted and pushed into my hand. “Does that feel like I’m deflating, baby?”
God, no, I thought to myself, adding my other hand. I really had no frame of reference for the size of a man’s cock. I had seen some porn on the internet, but regardless of what Cage said, I knew the men on there were way above average size, and sex was not like what happened in the videos. So what did that mean? It meant Cage could have a damn fine career making porn.
I lowered my head and licked the top of his cock, my tongue dragging across the slit.
That drew a harsh gasp of breath from him. I licked him again, this time under the flange of the purpling head. How the hell did that go into a woman without splitting her in two? The shaft was hard and lined with veins so engorged, I could swear I felt the blood pounding beneath the skin.
“Suck it.” The guttural command was accompanied by two hands on my head. His fingers griped my skull as they pushed me down. I opened my mouth willingly, allowing the head to pass by my teeth, then across my tongue. I pulled back away and he grunted. “Again.”
This time I went down on him by myself. My mouth moved down, then up. Wetting him with my saliva. In minutes, his cock was glistening and each time I lowered my head, I took him a little further inside until he was bumping at the back of my throat. He pumped into my mouth and I let him, until the thrusts became too forceful, almost choking me each time. I tapped on his thigh, letting him know it was too much.
He stopped immediately, but I heard his ragged groan. I continued to tease him with my tongue and lips, sucking and licking. I really didn’t know what to do next. But he did.
He threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled me off his cock, my face turned up to his. “I want to deep-throat you, baby. Do you think you can do that?”
I sank down on my heels. “I don’t know. Will you show me
“Stroke me.”
My hand moved before my brain could decide if I should. I squeezed him and he groaned. My fingers wouldn’t close around his width and he was only half aroused. I realized just how big he was. I moved my hand until I almost let him go. I was surprised to feel moisture at the end. My eyes flew to his. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, baby. Do whatever you want. I love your touch.” His hand reached up and pinned a strand of hair that had escaped back behind my ear. I bit my lip.
“Can I see?” My hand was inside his pants. All I could do was feel it.
He smiled. “Oh, now you want to see it?”
I blushed scarlet, which made him laugh. He withdrew my hand and placed his on my waist. He was lifting me off the couch as I moved to his non-verbal commands.
“On your knees.”
I don’t know how he did it, but suddenly I was in front of him on the floor and his sweats were around his ankles. His cock was proud and straight between his thighs, heavy and thick with his arousal. “Stroke me,” he demanded again.
Damn, those two words did something to me. My body clenched and my mouth watered. The thought of deep throating him, tasting his salty cum was utmost in my mind. I encircled him with my hand and started to pump up and down. I soon realized what the moisture I had felt before actually was. Pre-cum. He was already leaking. I brushed my thumb over the mushroom head, fascinated by this man’s cock. The shape, the size. As I stroked, it grew, becoming even thicker and longer until it was a hard, rigid staff that felt as if it would break in half if I touched it the wrong way. I giggled, remembering all those euphemisms used in the romance novels I’d checked out from the county library when I was younger and still believed in romantic love.
I felt a sharp tug on my hair. “First rule, Abby. Never, ever laugh when you have a man’s cock in your hand or your mouth or your pussy.” He stared down at me, his eyes half-lidded.
I smiled up at him. “No? Does that deflate your male ego?”
He grunted and pushed into my hand. “Does that feel like I’m deflating, baby?”
God, no, I thought to myself, adding my other hand. I really had no frame of reference for the size of a man’s cock. I had seen some porn on the internet, but regardless of what Cage said, I knew the men on there were way above average size, and sex was not like what happened in the videos. So what did that mean? It meant Cage could have a damn fine career making porn.
I lowered my head and licked the top of his cock, my tongue dragging across the slit.
That drew a harsh gasp of breath from him. I licked him again, this time under the flange of the purpling head. How the hell did that go into a woman without splitting her in two? The shaft was hard and lined with veins so engorged, I could swear I felt the blood pounding beneath the skin.
“Suck it.” The guttural command was accompanied by two hands on my head. His fingers griped my skull as they pushed me down. I opened my mouth willingly, allowing the head to pass by my teeth, then across my tongue. I pulled back away and he grunted. “Again.”
This time I went down on him by myself. My mouth moved down, then up. Wetting him with my saliva. In minutes, his cock was glistening and each time I lowered my head, I took him a little further inside until he was bumping at the back of my throat. He pumped into my mouth and I let him, until the thrusts became too forceful, almost choking me each time. I tapped on his thigh, letting him know it was too much.
He stopped immediately, but I heard his ragged groan. I continued to tease him with my tongue and lips, sucking and licking. I really didn’t know what to do next. But he did.
He threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled me off his cock, my face turned up to his. “I want to deep-throat you, baby. Do you think you can do that?”
I sank down on my heels. “I don’t know. Will you show me
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