Page 43 of Dirty Play

She watches me, well, more specifically, my mouth, her tongue gliding out to lick her lips, and my cock twitches.

“Give me a reason to,” she counters, her eyes back on my own, her lips just out of reach of my own as we’ve been slowly inching closer and closer.

I can smell the cherry of her ChapStick mixing with the spice from her chai, bringing me back to that night, and I want to taste her. No, we’re past wanting—I need to taste her.

“I… I won’t be strong enough to walk away from you twice, Tink,” I mutter, dropping my forehead to hers.

“Then don’t walk away this time. Just kiss me, make me yours.”

Her plea is the last straw; my walls shatter as my lips crash down on hers. There’s nothing delicate or soft about this kiss, no technique, no finesse, just pure hunger coming out to play.

This is years of me holding myself back from taking her, weeks of knowing the way her body feels wrapped around my own, and still trying to keep her at arm’s length. This is me taking something I’ve known was always meant to be mine, even if I’ll never feel good enough to be hers.

My hands move from her hips, grabbing her ass in these tight little shorts, grinding her against my cock as my tongue fucks her mouth like it’s her pussy. Her hands grip my hair, her soft moans melting on my tongue, the sweetest, most delicious sounds, and I just want to give her more.

My hand slides along the band and down the front of her shorts until my fingers brush against her, expecting more fabric but only finding bare skin.

She’s not wearing any panties. Fuck me.

Before I realize what she’s doing, she’s pulling back from our kiss and leaning back to rest on her heels with a devilish look on her face. She licks her lips again before sliding down to the floor, resting between my legs.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I groan when she sits up and reaches for my joggers.

“Off,” she demands, and I have no fight left in me, so I lift my hips, helping her slide them down—briefs and all—leaving my cock bobbing, precum glistening on the tip as she stares down at my cock like it’s the best thing she’s seen in her life.

This vision of her on her knees, looking up at me with a hunger that matches my own almost has me coming in my pants.

“Are you going to suck my cock or just stare at it, Tink?” I goad, knowing she’s never been able to back down from a challenge. “Or are you just scared you won’t be able to take it all?”

Her eyes sparkle as she leans forward, sticking her tongue out and swirling it around the head of my cock, licking up the precum with a little moan like I’m her favorite dessert.

My hips rock up on instinct. The desire to be all the way inside her mouth is too much to push down. I expect her to stop, to want to put me in my place, but instead of pulling back, she opens her mouth wider, taking me in further. Slipping past her plump, wet lips, I slide as far as I can, her hands gripping my thighs. Her tongue swirls around as I slide back out. Eyes darkening as I watch her, I grip her hair in one hand as I slide back in, further this time.

Her eyes widen, but when I go to pull back, she follows me, opening even more to take me to the back of her throat, only stopping when she gags.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, doing my best to think about state capitals, primary colors, and every politician I can come up with to stop myself from spilling down her throat this quickly. Gripping her throat, I force her eyes on me, my cock still in her mouth as she holds me there, deep inside. “If you keep going, Tink, I’m going to come down this pretty throat of yours.”

When she pulls back, a proud look on her face, I want to kiss her, fuck her right here, but she swats my hand away when I try to grab her.

“Fuck my face, Cade,” Gwen smirks, her hand pumping my cock slowly, at a pace that’s only meant to drive me wild. “Then I’ll fuck you.”

She pumps my cock once more, lazily, before sliding me all the way in her mouth. All the way back until she gags again, only this time she doesn’t fight it. She doesn’t stop—she just breathes and slowly pushes until I’m sheathed completely inside of her.

Then she waits.

It takes me a moment to realize what she’s playing at… she’s not joking at all. She really wants me to fuck her mouth.

I look down, eyebrows raised as I use both hands to grip her hair, holding her in place a little tighter this time. “Tap my leg twice if you want me to stop, do you understand?”

She nods.

“Unless you do that… I’m not stopping until I’m pouring down this hot throat of yours.”

Pulling back, she releases me with a pop, her eyes twinkling as she stares up at me.

“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to fuck my throat?” she teases, and that’s the last straw. I grip her hair and shove my cock back down her throat, pistoning my hips as I use her mouth, her tongue, fucking her face with no regard for what I think she’s feeling. Trusting Gwen enough to know what she can handle. If this is what she wants, this is what she’ll get.

It doesn’t take long until I’m close again, my thrusts sloppy as her lips constrict, making it even tighter, even more fucking irresistible.

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