Page 78 of Kingmakers, Graduation

“You love doing that,” I say, in a tone of wonder.

“It’s my favorite thing.”

“Your literal favorite? Over all the other things we do?”

I don’t believe that for a second, but Adrik insists: “I’d rather eat your pussy than anything else. You taste like candy. When you’re about to cum you taste even better.”

“What’s your favorite way to do it?”

“When you ride my face.”

“You want me to do that now?”

“Can I film it?”

I’ve never let anyone film me having sex. I’ve never even sent a nude. It feels like giving a piece of myself away, something I can’t get back again.

Adrik would love that video. He’d probably watch it a hundred times.

He’s opened his whole life to me—his family, his house, his closest relationships. I want to give him something in return.

I prop his phone on the bookshelf, facing the bed. Then I press record.

Adrik lays back against his pillow.

I kneel on the pillow, my knees on either side of his face. Settling down on his mouth feels right. His chin is clean-shaven, his lips soft. Adrik is strong, I don’t have to worry about crushing him.

I rock my hips, sliding my pussy across his tongue. It feels slick and exquisitely warm. I can sink down on him, getting as much pressure as I want.

He latches onto my pussy, sucking gently on my clit. I lean forward, gripping the top of the headboard in both hands. It’s just the right height that I can hold it for leverage. I’m drunk enough to need it.

I ride his face lightly at first, then harder.

He reaches up, caressing my breasts in both hands.

His hands are big and warm. Powerful, too. The way they touch me is like nothing I’ve known. He can close his hand over my entire breast, squeezing and massaging. When he pulls at my nipples it feels like I’m caught in some kind of machine, something bigger and stronger than myself. I’m locked in place on his face, gripping the headboard, his hands roaming over me. Everywhere he touches me sends warmth and pleasure pulsing through me in irresistible waves. I’m on top but he’s in control. He’s making me feel everything he wants.

I start to cum, and once I start I can’t stop. I’m clinging to the headboard like it’s flotsam and I’m tossed around in a storm. I’m cumming and cumming all over his face, not tidy, not ladylike. Grinding on him like a hellion, making a mess.

When I flop down on the bed, the whole mattress feels like its rocking, like it’s a raft on the waves. My head won’t clear.

Adrik sits up, wiping his mouth on his arm.

“See? It’s fun.”

I laugh. “Yeah, if you like water-boarding.”

“Send me to Guantanamo,” he says, kissing his way down my body again.

“No, no.” I shove him off. “It’s my turn.”

Adrik lays back once more, me on my stomach between his thighs. His cock stands up thick and straight, the head mostly uncovered because he’s aggressively hard right now. He’s the first guy I’ve ever been with who isn’t circumcised. I like the extra skin—it’s soft and clean, providing a little extra friction when he’s inside me.

I slide my hand down his shaft, retracting the last bit of foreskin. The head of his cock is slick and naked, slightly purplish, and so warm that I can feel the heat before I close my mouth around it.

I love sucking cock when I’m drunk. My mouth gets sloppy and wet, and everything tastes twice as good. My throat is so relaxed that I can take him deep right from the start, without warming up. His cock slides in so far that it’s almost alarming. It glides all the way in like I’m a fucking sword-swallower, like I’m the Houdini of dicks, making this thing disappear and bringing it right back again.

I look up at Adrik. His eyes are rolling back, he might be having a seizure.

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