Page 8 of Dirty Girl

Desperate to make this good for him, I take him deep into my mouth until he triggers my gag reflex again. Frustrated, I try again, once again gagging around his cock.

“Holy fuck baby. You want to deep throat this cock? Take me deep and swallow around the head.”

I do as he says, sucking him as far as I can and swallowing around him as he hits the back of my throat overriding my gag reflex. With a mental fist pump, I do it again. This time I look up at him taking in his posture; legs spread wide, hand cupping my face, head thrown back in pleasure. Overwhelmed with need, I slip my fingers between my slick folds, circling my clit. I moan around his cock drawing his attention back to me.

He smirks at me knowingly. “Are you touching what’s mine?”

I tap against my clit with the pads of my fingers and bob my head on his cock in response. My pussy is clenching around nothing—empty and aching to be filled. I push two fingers deep, rocking back and fucking myself.

“Bad girl, touching what belongs to only me.” He grips my hair tightly. Tiny pricks of pain spring to life and my pussy clenches at the sensation. “Open that sexy mouth wider so I can fuck your face.”

I hardly have time to comprehend what he’s said when his hips flick forward and his cock is deep in my throat. I try swallow around him, but the movement is both too hard and too fast. I gag and he quickly pulls back, his cock falling from between my lips as he looks down at me with concern.

I smile up at him. “It’s okay, Jenson. I want to try.”

Holding eye contact, I flick my tongue against the tip of his cock, licking and teasing his length. His eyes darken with need and his hand tightens in my hair again. I can’t help the cheeky smile that spreads across my face knowing that I’m driving him crazy.

“Open,” he commands.

I part my lips and take his length into my mouth. He pumps his hips slowly, thrusting shallowly into my mouth. I regain control of my senses and this time, I’m prepared when he buries himself in my throat again. I swallow around him, rubbing the underside of his cock with my tongue as I do.

He talks the whole time I work his length—dirty words and phrases that have my fingers finding my clit again.

Look at my little cock tease.

I rub fierce circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, desperate for release.

So pretty with those lips wrapped around me.

I bury two fingers deep inside my dripping slit, rubbing my clit against the palm of my hand as I try to fill the void.

That’s it, fuck your fingers. Come all over your hand.

I’m so close, riding the edge of pleasure.

Going to come down this pretty little throat. Pinch your clit and come for me.

I scream out my pleasure around his cock as my orgasm overwhelms me. My cries of pleasure are cut off when he buries himself deep in my mouth and he releases thick ropes of cum down my throat. I swallow him down, desperate to not lose a drop. His hands drop from my hair and I pull away from his cock, releasing it with a pop. I lick my lips, a pleased smile on my face.

Jenson returns my smile and pulls me to my feet. His mouth finds mine as he turns the now cold water off. He wraps a towel around his waist, then gently towels me dry. A complete contrast to how he just roughly handled me in the shower. At first, I was nervous, but I ended up loving it. I loved giving up control and letting him take his pleasure from me. It was such a turn on and I’ve never come so hard by my own hand in my life, I shiver at the memory.

“Cold?”

“Hmm.”

Jenson chuckles at my non-response. I try my best to stifle a yawn, but it doesn’t work. Suddenly I feel exhausted.

“My girl is tired, let’s get you to bed.”

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