Page 20 of Deviant

I widened my eyes, meeting his smile as he kissed my thighs. “So greedy for me, gorgeous. Tell me what you want again. Want to hear those pretty lips of yours beg.”

“Please, make me come,” I whimpered, running my fingers through his hair.

“That’s my greedy girl,” he said with a laugh, blowing a breath right onto my quivering sex.

I shivered under his touch as he dove back in, feasting on my pussy like it was his last meal. My body tensed under his, my toes curling as I braced myself for a blissful orgasm.

I met his gaze, knowing he loved when I watched as he sucked hard on my clit.

“Yes, I’m going to come, Grady, I’m going to...” My words fell short as I exploded, my whole body pulsing under his expert mouth.

“Fuck,” he panted as he kissed up my thighs and then to my lips.

I didn’t think I’d like kissing someone after their tongue had been in my most private parts, but something about tasting my own saltiness in his mouth was erotic. But as quickly as we started kissing, I broke it apart, pushing him onto his back as I trailed my lips down his neck, undoing his belt and pulling his jeans and boxers down.

“Ready for this cock, gorgeous?” he asked.

I knelt in front of him, his hard dick staring me in the face, precome already forming at the tip.

“I want to try to make you come with my mouth,” I said, slowly licking up the salty white liquid, then running my tongue along the veins of his dick.

“Fuck, gorgeous,” he murmured, pushing his hips closer to mine. “You sure you want to give me a blow job?”

“Uh-huh. Do I just wrap my mouth around it?” I asked, looking up at him through my lashes.

He slowly leaned back on the mattress, guiding my head with him as I positioned myself between his legs.

“Yeah, gorgeous, just like you’re taking in a melting popsicle on a hot summer day.”

“Like this?” I asked, smiling as I licked up and down the sides of his shaft.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed.

Wrapping my lips around the head of his dick, I slowly sucked, bobbing my head up and down like I’d seen women do in the movies.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good. So fucking perfect,” he praised, putting one hand on my shoulder.

I added in my hands, moving my fists up and down his length as I continued to suck on the top.

“Fucking hell, gorgeous,” he moaned, his dick twitching in my mouth.

He quickly pushed my shoulders back as I popped off him and met his hooded gaze.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, blinking slowly.

He smiled, running his knuckles along my cheek. “Perfect, gorgeous. But I don’t want to come in that pretty little mouth. My come is for that sweet pussy of yours.”

My core felt empty, so I quickly sat up. “Okay.”

He patted his thighs. “You want to ride on my bike again, don’t you? Maybe you should practice now and ride this cock.”

I gulped, looking down at his wet dick bobbing between us.

He reached forward, running his fingers over my drenched pussy. “Think you’re wet enough to ride me, gorgeous?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, slowly hovering just above the head of his cock.

He gripped my hips, holding me in place. “Don’t worry, we can go slow until it feels right.”

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