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his eyes closed and I’d surprised him. My tongue darted out again, tracing around the fat ridge of the head before I lapped over the sensitive skin underneath, rubbing gently. I liked the taste of him, kind of salty and sweet at the same time. Wrapping my hand firmly around the base of his cock, I took him in about half way, going slow, feeling every ridge and vein beneath my lips. The need to please him grew stronger as I felt his fingers sink into my hair.
“Fuck yeah, just like that,” he groaned, slumping lower in the chair, which sent his cock another half inch into my mouth. Taking my cues from his moans and the sharp pulls against my hair, I took him deeper with each stroke, letting him slide along the roof of my mouth. Nudging deeper, and deeper, I relaxed my throat, but I still couldn’t take his entire length. Instead, my hand stroked up to meet my mouth, moving faster now, my head twisting while I swirled my tongue from side to side.
I was wet and throbbing down below, utterly turned on by the sound of his harsh breaths coming faster and faster, and each time he groaned was like a stab of delight right to my sopping pussy. In the worst way I wanted to touch myself as I sucked his cock, and take away the heavy ache, but I was supposed to be demonstrating my magic fingers to him, not myself. Instead, I cupped his balls, gently massaging them in time with my movements, until I nudged my way past them to stroke the band of skin behind them. Aidan’s legs stretched wider, his moans deepening, letting me know how much he liked that. Encouraged, I probed farther, finger circling the puckered ridge of muscle, pressing gently with every stroke.
I’m not sure how I knew it, but his hand on my jaw let me know he was close. Ordinarily, I’d be bracing myself, ready to avoid that stream, but I was so into it, I wanted him to come so badly – I needed him to – that I only stepped up my efforts. I bobbed harder and faster, my lips tight with extra friction until he erupted, shooting down the back of my throat. I instantly slowed, tongue stroking as he pulsed again and again, past my tonsils so that I barely tasted the sticky cum as I swallowed reflexively.
Careful with my teeth, I pulled back, swiping at the corner of my mouth. “How was that? Did I pass?”
~~~
Did she pass? Was she fucking kidding? Hadn’t she just felt his cum slide down her throat? Aidan spent a good thirty seconds trying to get his shit together before he could answer her, grateful for the blindfold. His cock still throbbed in time with his heart, bobbing in her direction as though it craved her touch. It had the right idea, Aidan craved it too, but he forced a few deep breaths before he did something stupid and gave up the power in the relationship.
“It was decent enough to get the job done, but we’ll have to work on your technique,” he said finally.
“Oh.” Her shoulders bowed in disappointment. “I thought you liked it.”
“I came, didn’t I?” What did she fucking want, a goddamn medal? He grabbed a couple of tissues and held them to her face. “Here, clean yourself up.”
Lily took the tissues and spent a few minutes swabbing off, her face clouded with doubt, while Aidan drank thirstily from his tumbler of scotch. Fuck, that girl had a golden mouth, her tongue a thing of magic. He could’ve spent hours inside it, getting to know its secrets. And when she’d fingered his asshole? It’d been enough to push him over the edge, literally. He’d come so hard he was sure he’d shoot a hole right through the back of her head, but she’d swallowed like a pro. So much for little miss innocent.
Now that she was done, she sank back on her heels, perfectly calm and collected, to wait patiently for his next order – the very picture of perfect submission. How had he gotten so lucky? Suddenly, he wanted to damage her calm in the worst
“Fuck yeah, just like that,” he groaned, slumping lower in the chair, which sent his cock another half inch into my mouth. Taking my cues from his moans and the sharp pulls against my hair, I took him deeper with each stroke, letting him slide along the roof of my mouth. Nudging deeper, and deeper, I relaxed my throat, but I still couldn’t take his entire length. Instead, my hand stroked up to meet my mouth, moving faster now, my head twisting while I swirled my tongue from side to side.
I was wet and throbbing down below, utterly turned on by the sound of his harsh breaths coming faster and faster, and each time he groaned was like a stab of delight right to my sopping pussy. In the worst way I wanted to touch myself as I sucked his cock, and take away the heavy ache, but I was supposed to be demonstrating my magic fingers to him, not myself. Instead, I cupped his balls, gently massaging them in time with my movements, until I nudged my way past them to stroke the band of skin behind them. Aidan’s legs stretched wider, his moans deepening, letting me know how much he liked that. Encouraged, I probed farther, finger circling the puckered ridge of muscle, pressing gently with every stroke.
I’m not sure how I knew it, but his hand on my jaw let me know he was close. Ordinarily, I’d be bracing myself, ready to avoid that stream, but I was so into it, I wanted him to come so badly – I needed him to – that I only stepped up my efforts. I bobbed harder and faster, my lips tight with extra friction until he erupted, shooting down the back of my throat. I instantly slowed, tongue stroking as he pulsed again and again, past my tonsils so that I barely tasted the sticky cum as I swallowed reflexively.
Careful with my teeth, I pulled back, swiping at the corner of my mouth. “How was that? Did I pass?”
~~~
Did she pass? Was she fucking kidding? Hadn’t she just felt his cum slide down her throat? Aidan spent a good thirty seconds trying to get his shit together before he could answer her, grateful for the blindfold. His cock still throbbed in time with his heart, bobbing in her direction as though it craved her touch. It had the right idea, Aidan craved it too, but he forced a few deep breaths before he did something stupid and gave up the power in the relationship.
“It was decent enough to get the job done, but we’ll have to work on your technique,” he said finally.
“Oh.” Her shoulders bowed in disappointment. “I thought you liked it.”
“I came, didn’t I?” What did she fucking want, a goddamn medal? He grabbed a couple of tissues and held them to her face. “Here, clean yourself up.”
Lily took the tissues and spent a few minutes swabbing off, her face clouded with doubt, while Aidan drank thirstily from his tumbler of scotch. Fuck, that girl had a golden mouth, her tongue a thing of magic. He could’ve spent hours inside it, getting to know its secrets. And when she’d fingered his asshole? It’d been enough to push him over the edge, literally. He’d come so hard he was sure he’d shoot a hole right through the back of her head, but she’d swallowed like a pro. So much for little miss innocent.
Now that she was done, she sank back on her heels, perfectly calm and collected, to wait patiently for his next order – the very picture of perfect submission. How had he gotten so lucky? Suddenly, he wanted to damage her calm in the worst
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