Page 48 of 7 Nights of Sin

Kevin licked his lips, but he didn't say anything, seemingly content to let me do what I wanted. It would work out in his favor.

I licked my own lips and then leaned down, dragging my tongue over the head of his cock. He'd been inside me twice since I'd been on the island, and his cock tasted clean, though there was the salty, musky tang of his arousal right there on the surface, proving how much he wanted it.

I used my hand to stroke his shaft, starting at the base and then working my way up and over the head, giving my hand a little twist as I did.

It was kind of amazing the way I remembered all the things he liked, even though it had been six years since the last time I'd had a reason to care.

I knew his cock wouldn't fit all the way down my throat unless I wanted to gag all over myself and end up sounding like I'd gargled glass the next day, so I had to make up for it with my hand, working him in time with my mouth. And he'd never complained about that. He seemed to like it just as well as anything else.

Still, it had been a long time since I'd had to contend with his size, so I took my time, sucking on the tip for a bit and then dragging my tongue down the shaft, using my saliva to slick the slide of my hand as I alternated licking and stroking.

Above me, Kevin was already panting. His fingers found their way into my hair, but he didn't try to force me down or make me take more. They just tangled there, holding on, and I smirked against his skin, taking more of his cock into my mouth and hollowing my cheeks as I bobbed my head up and down.

"Fuck," he groaned again. "Jesus Christ, Caro."

I hummed around him, both acknowledging his pleasure and trying to give him more, knowing the vibration probably felt good.

His fingers tightened more in my hair, but they didn't restrict me in my movements.

Honestly, I'd always liked sucking cock. There was something about the process, and the fact that the most sensitive part of your partner was right there in your mouth. I always started slow, taking my time to get the rhythm, to warm my jaw up, to let my throat relax. And then I went for it, working my mouth down further, letting the tip hit the back of my throat and then push past it, taking the first few inches into the tight channel.

"Oh my god," Kevin moaned. "Fuck, you're always so good at this."

My ego was just climbing with every word he said, and I kept it up, hand twisting at his base, alternating between taking him into my throat and sucking him messy and fast.

Drool dripped down his shaft from my mouth, and when I pulled all the way off to get a good breath, strings of it connected my mouth to his cock.

"Do you have any idea what you look like right now?" Kevin asked, and I didn't really, but I could imagine.

I never minded really getting into sex, but I knew I didn't look like the kind of person who was into all the things I was into. Not on the surface, anyway. So I could only imagine that with red, wet lips and hazy eyes, I looked like a different person.

Kevin didn't seem to have any complaints, though.

He held onto my hair as I worked him, hand and mouth meeting in the middle, the sounds of me sucking him off loud in the room.

It was midday, and there we were, but it was so fucking enjoyable. It had been so long since I'd gotten to cut loose at all, and doing it now, even though I had the sneaking suspicion that I was going to regret it, felt freeing in a way.

I wanted to suck his dick, so there I was, sucking his dick.

"Fuck. Oh shit," Kevin groaned, and I knew he was close. I could feel his cock pulsing with his need, and I worked him faster, hand jerking him, head bobbing.

I took him as deep into my throat as I could, swallowing around him before pulling up and off and then doing it over again.

His hips bucked in the chair, and I could tell it was taking some effort for him to not just thrust down my throat and choke me, which I appreciated. Maybe we could play around with that later. Assuming there was a later.

For the moment, I was focused on the then and there, and I wanted him to come. I wanted him to lose it for me and to know I was the cause of it.

It only took a few more seconds, and when he came I was leaning back a bit so it wouldn't all jet down my throat at once.

He filled my mouth with his salty release, and some of it dribbled past my lips to run down my chin, marking me as I swallowed.

When I glanced up at Kevin he looked dazed, eyes unfocused, his body slumped in the chair like someone had sucked the soul right out of him.

I gave myself a mental pat on the back.

Of course Kevin, competitive as he was, couldn't let that stand. So after a few minutes of coming down and getting himself together, he was smirking at me. He got up from the chair and then managed to pick me up, throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carting me off to the living room where he laid me down on the couch and ate me out like he was savoring a fine meal.

I ended up with my fingers twisted in his hair, hips bucking up, grinding against his face with the kind of abandon that only came from really being lost to sensation.

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