Page 13 of The Kingpin's Teacher

"What's wrong, princess?" He asks, and I gather enough courage to blurt out what I want.

"Earlier today, you said something about having your, uhm, cock, in my mouth."

Blowjobs have always been a foreign concept to me. I have never liked any man enough to allow him past fondling; just the thought of having any of their members in my mouth was nauseating.

With Saint, it's a burning need. I want to give him as much pleasure as he gave me yesterday. I want to make him happy.

"You don't need to do anything you don't want to do," he says and I slide down his legs, kneeling before him and looking up at him.

"I want to."

With a groan, he slides his trousers down and his dick juts up, already hard and ready.

How did he fit inside me?

Suddenly faced with it, I realize that I'm blank. I know the basics, but now, I need guidance.

"Show me how to please you," I whisper and his face darkens.

He lets out a long breath before starting.

"Wrap your hand around me, princess."

Gingerly, I do so and immediately my fingers touch him, he twitches in my hold.

"Tighten your hold," he says hoarsely. "Don't be scared of hurting me."

I grip him tighter, seeing him grow harder and bigger.

"Perfect," he mumbles, his eyes unfocused. "Now, move your hands up and down."

He guides me on how to hold him and how to stroke him.

"I want to feel your mouth on me, princess. Keep your hands on your knees and bring that sweet mouth here."

I drop my hands and lean forward until I kiss his tip. A drop of precome leaks out and without waiting for him to tell me what to do, my tongue darts out to lick it.

"Holy shit," he swears roughly and his obvious pleasure helps me swallow the salty substance. It doesn't taste as bad as I thought it would.

"Now, take me in and keep your eyes on me."

With my eyes on him, I lean in and open my mouth.

I take him in, inch by inch until he hits the back of my throat and I gag.

"Easy," he coos. "Take a deep breath."

I do so and it becomes easier to slide him in, sucking and bobbing my head and making Saint let out insane curse words.

He grips my hair and I look up. "I'm going to fuck your throat now. Hold on, princess."

And he fucks my throat. He thrusts in and out furiously and my eyes water as his grip on my hair tightens.

"Fuck, I'm going to come," he attempts to rush out and tries to move away but I shake my head, move my hands round to his ass and I hold on tight.

"Princess, you won't—"

I do. I take in every single drop and nothing escapes.

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