Page 88 of Sweet Little Thing

I walked to the entrance to see her standing there. Her eyes bright with anticipation. She was thinking about it. I wasn’t the only one aroused. That beautiful expressive face of hers always told me what she didn’t.

I began unzipping my jeans, my willpower long gone. I didn’t even have to say anything. She was in front of me, slowly lowering herself to her knees. No words. Nothing. Just the excited gleam in those pools of green looking up at me. My cock throbbed, and I felt pure adoration for the woman now kneeling in front of me.

She touched the sensitive, swollen head and lifted her eyes to meet mine. “Tell me what to do,” she said. “I want to do it right.”

She could lick it like a damn lollipop, and I’d explode. I was that far gone. Having her mouth that close to my arousal was enough for me. But she was sincere. She wanted to know.

“Slide it into your mouth. Suck on it like you would a lollipop. Run your tongue over it. Take it as deep as you can.”

She studied the throbbing monster in her hand and did exactly as I said. I watched as my knees began to buckle at the sight. Her mouth was like a fucking vacuum as she sucked hard. The moan of pleasure that came from her vibrated through my dick and sent a thrill through the rest of my body.

“That’s it,” I encouraged her. She was so fucking eager, and I knew she needed the reassurance that she was doing it right. My enchanting little siren clueless to the power she held over me. “Suck it, baby. It feels so damn good.”

She sucked even more vigorously. With more energy. When the swollen head of my cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged, I grabbed her head and groaned. I hadn’t even asked for it, yet she’d known.

“Oh yeah. That’s it. Take it all. Make me come.”

My words made her suck harder and seemed to spur her on.The tighter and quicker her mouth moved, the more I had to restrain myself. Images of me shooting my load all over that pretty mouth and face made me leak. I was ready for it. To have my come dripping from her chin.

“Yeah, fuck, that’s good. Fuck, baby.” Words came from my mouth without me even realizing what I was saying. I was lost in the sensation. My hands fisted in her hair, and I began pumping into her mouth.

“Hot little mouth. Fucking owns me. Take my dick. I’m gonna come until you gag on it.” The vulgar words I couldn’t hold back. My pounding pulse and the way she sucked wilder, clamping down harder with each nasty thing I said, made me worse.

“Take it. Take that dick. Give it to me. That’s it, sweetheart. Suck it.”

And she did. Harder, faster.

“AH! Beulah! I’m coming! I am fucking coming!” I cried out in case she wanted to move. She didn’t. Her hand stayed on my shaft as she pumped the head into her mouth even faster.

My first shot went directly into her mouth. The vision made me lose all other thought. I began growling for her to take it and slamming my hips against her face. My legs felt weak as I shook from the euphoria.

When my vision began to clear, I saw my come dripping off her chin. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she gazed up at me. If anything deserved to be saved, this image did. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

Her tongue slipped out, and she licked at the come still clinging to her lips. I trembled as I watched her. “Fuck me,” I whispered.

“I’d like to. But first, we both need a shower.” Her tone was teasing, but I knew I’d be fucking her soon. She wanted it. I wanted it. I always wanted it. This, however, just became a very close second.

“Thank you,” I said, not knowing the right words to say. I’dnever discussed this with another woman after.

“For what exactly?”

Grinning, I pulled my pants up, then reached for her hands and helped her stand. “For sucking my cock like a fucking pro while looking like an angel.”

She wiped the come from her chin. “Was that the polite way of saying I sucked you like a prostitute?”

I hesitated, then nodded.

She laughed.

I tugged her against me. “You’ve ruined me,” I whispered while pressing my lips to the top of her head.

“How?”

“I want you with me all the time. You’re all I think about. I love Gerry, and I’d do anything for her, but I’m jealous of her because she has you all day. How fucked up is that?”

Beulah leaned and curled into me. “You may not always feel this way. This…this frenzy…It can’t last. Can it?”

I wasn’t sure. I hoped so, but then again, how could I function normally if it did? I answered in a way I knew I was telling the complete truth.

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