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fingers coast through the soft strands while I breathed her in. There was nothing like this in my world, nothing so pure and stunning and, for right now, mine. I pressed my mouth to her neck, licking and scraping and inhaling her while she melted into me.
I didn’t do any of this last night. I fucked her plenty, but I didn’t savor her. Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I knew the desire to do just that had nothing to do with post-deployment horny.
With her hair loosely fisted in my hand, I brushed my lips over her ear and whispered, “Kneel.”
Shannon met my eyes over her shoulder and smiled. “Ask nicely.”
“Kneel now .”
She pivoted, and her face was the most perfect mix of sweet and defiant that I’d ever seen. Right then, one thing was abundantly clear: I loved this game of beast and shrew, or whatever the fuck it was, and so did she.
Shannon anchored her hands on my waist and dropped to her knees, and that simple act of surrender nearly had me coming before she parted her lips. I didn’t have a complex philosophy on women submitting to me; I just really fucking wanted it from her . I chalked it up to finally conquering some of her insufferable brattiness. Alternative explanations need not apply.
She was busy shoving my trousers and boxers past my knees and dragging her nails down my inner thighs, and my dick couldn’t have been happier when her tongue curled around me. For a brief moment, she was hesitant, her tongue teasing over my shaft and hand pumping, but then a hot, hungry gasp echoed between us and she arched her neck to look up at me.
A victorious gleam lit Shannon’s eyes, and I realized that gasp came from me .
“If you don’t stop staring at me like that, I’m going to come all over your face.”
She laughed. She actually laughed while on her knees with her little fingers wrapped around my dick, and I liked it. “And what’s the problem with that?”
Shannon lifted an eyebrow while her tongue flicked over the head of my cock, and I was embarrassingly close to blowing it all right now. I took a calming breath and raked my hand through her hair, wrapping it around my fist again. It was a measure of control, for sure, and I needed every inch I could get. “Start sucking, Shortcake.”
I thought this would be fast and aggressive, just like every minute of last night, but it wasn’t, and maybe that was what I was supposed to figure out about Shannon. This was no beautiful or delicate blowjob, but it was so fucking attentive I forgot there was a world beyond my cock and her mouth.
Most people didn’t understand the value of a thorough blowjob. Kids today—yeah, I said it—they saw it as less intimate than sex, less meaningful, and they were wrong. Oral sex was a generous gift, a form of worship, and when it was good…it was deliverance, too.
The finer points of Shannon’s technique were lost to me, but I knew this was so much better than my fantasies from the long, lonely nights on the other side of the globe. The best part was her hair. At times, those fiery strands were woven through my fingers, gliding against my skin like silk, and at others, I pulled hard, telling her exactly what I needed. And then there were moments when she nuzzled closer to me, her hair brushing my hip, and too many sensations were careening together at once.
I cupped her chin up, watching her take all of me because I couldn’t feel this much without looking in her eyes, and that was the end. Those eyes, that hair, the light press of her teeth…I came like a motherfucking C-4 detonation. “Oh fucking…oh fuck fuck fuck fuck,” I roared, my fingers tangled in her hair and rubbing her scalp. “You’re such a good little cocksucker.”
I kept babbling incoherent praise and obscenities but none of it was enough to communicate the soul-squeezing affection I was feeling for this woman. There was a wild spasm in my belly that I couldn’t even begin to explain and everything inside me
I didn’t do any of this last night. I fucked her plenty, but I didn’t savor her. Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I knew the desire to do just that had nothing to do with post-deployment horny.
With her hair loosely fisted in my hand, I brushed my lips over her ear and whispered, “Kneel.”
Shannon met my eyes over her shoulder and smiled. “Ask nicely.”
“Kneel now .”
She pivoted, and her face was the most perfect mix of sweet and defiant that I’d ever seen. Right then, one thing was abundantly clear: I loved this game of beast and shrew, or whatever the fuck it was, and so did she.
Shannon anchored her hands on my waist and dropped to her knees, and that simple act of surrender nearly had me coming before she parted her lips. I didn’t have a complex philosophy on women submitting to me; I just really fucking wanted it from her . I chalked it up to finally conquering some of her insufferable brattiness. Alternative explanations need not apply.
She was busy shoving my trousers and boxers past my knees and dragging her nails down my inner thighs, and my dick couldn’t have been happier when her tongue curled around me. For a brief moment, she was hesitant, her tongue teasing over my shaft and hand pumping, but then a hot, hungry gasp echoed between us and she arched her neck to look up at me.
A victorious gleam lit Shannon’s eyes, and I realized that gasp came from me .
“If you don’t stop staring at me like that, I’m going to come all over your face.”
She laughed. She actually laughed while on her knees with her little fingers wrapped around my dick, and I liked it. “And what’s the problem with that?”
Shannon lifted an eyebrow while her tongue flicked over the head of my cock, and I was embarrassingly close to blowing it all right now. I took a calming breath and raked my hand through her hair, wrapping it around my fist again. It was a measure of control, for sure, and I needed every inch I could get. “Start sucking, Shortcake.”
I thought this would be fast and aggressive, just like every minute of last night, but it wasn’t, and maybe that was what I was supposed to figure out about Shannon. This was no beautiful or delicate blowjob, but it was so fucking attentive I forgot there was a world beyond my cock and her mouth.
Most people didn’t understand the value of a thorough blowjob. Kids today—yeah, I said it—they saw it as less intimate than sex, less meaningful, and they were wrong. Oral sex was a generous gift, a form of worship, and when it was good…it was deliverance, too.
The finer points of Shannon’s technique were lost to me, but I knew this was so much better than my fantasies from the long, lonely nights on the other side of the globe. The best part was her hair. At times, those fiery strands were woven through my fingers, gliding against my skin like silk, and at others, I pulled hard, telling her exactly what I needed. And then there were moments when she nuzzled closer to me, her hair brushing my hip, and too many sensations were careening together at once.
I cupped her chin up, watching her take all of me because I couldn’t feel this much without looking in her eyes, and that was the end. Those eyes, that hair, the light press of her teeth…I came like a motherfucking C-4 detonation. “Oh fucking…oh fuck fuck fuck fuck,” I roared, my fingers tangled in her hair and rubbing her scalp. “You’re such a good little cocksucker.”
I kept babbling incoherent praise and obscenities but none of it was enough to communicate the soul-squeezing affection I was feeling for this woman. There was a wild spasm in my belly that I couldn’t even begin to explain and everything inside me
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