Page 40 of Doozer

He was already rock hard, so I squeezed a little syrup along his length and Doozer chuckled. “What the fuck are you doin’?”

“I’m making a banana split,” I answered, spraying a little whipped cream over the top of the chocolate sauce.

“Jesus, that’s cold.”

I ran my tongue over his length, swallowing the sweetness as Doozer grew harder. “You taste good.”

He ran his thumb over the apple of my cheek. “You rethinkin’ the benefits of chocolate sauce?”

“Absolutely,” I said, taking him in my mouth again, sucking as I slid my mouth back and forth, taking every ounce of the sweetness before finally giving him what he needed.

I drew him back into my mouth, taking his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and dragged it up and down as I kept working him with my mouth.

“Gonna fuck your mouth now,” Doozer warned, and I nodded, squeezing him gently.

He gripped my scalp and began to rock. Slowly at first, then harder and harder, and I took him deeper and deeper. At one point, he was so deep, my eyes started to water.

I squeezed him gently, pulling back slightly, and Doozer slowed down. “You okay?” he grunted.

I nodded, pulling back enough to say, “Don’t stop until you come.”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

I wrapped my lips back around him and he moved again, fucking my mouth until he gripped my scalp again as his body locked. He let out a quiet hiss, then I felt the warmth of his cum down my throat and I swallowed as his dick pulsated with this orgasm.

I released him with a quiet pop and grinned up at him. “I think you’re tastier than stupid ol’ chocolate.”

He dropped his head back and laughed. “Jesus, you’re perfect.”

“Don’t you ever forget it.” I rose to my feet and Doozer wrapped his arms around me. I wove my fingers into his hair at the base of his neck.

“What did Minus really want?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t ‘huh’ me,” he ordered, gently. “I know when you lie to me, Stephanie. You have a tell.”

“What?” I squeaked. “What kind of tell?”

“If I spill that information, you might be able to lie to me, so it’s not happening.” He cupped my face and kissed my nose. “So, tell me what Minus really said.”

“He gave his permission for me to go to Virginia with Taxi.”

“Fuck,” Doozer breathed out.

“I thought you had my back.”

“I do have your back,” he said. “But that doesn’t make you leaving me any easier.”

“I’m not leaving you, Marco.”

“What would you call it?”

“A business trip,” I said. “For two months.”

“A lot can happen in two months.” He pulled away and stalked into the bathroom.

I bit my lip and leaned against the doorframe, watching him as he washed up. “It’ll go by faster than you think.”

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