Page 65 of Where We Fall

“Why don’t you come over here and get a little taste? You clearly can’t pull your eyes away from me,” he suggests. My legs start to move toward him, saliva pooling in my mouth with how much I want to taste him. “Hold on. Is your lipstick in your purse right there?”

“Yes.”

“Get it out. I want your lips the same shade of pink they were today when you suck my dick.”

Some girls might find this demand demeaning. Honestly, if it were any other guy I’ve been with, I’d likely slap them and walk away. But there’s something sexy as hell about it with Marcus.

When you trust the person, and dare I saylovethem, it’s sexy when they tell you exactly what they want. Even sexier when they demand it.

I reach into my purse and pull out the lipstick. He strokes himself as his dark eyes watch me put it on slowly, trying to make him squirm while he waits.

When I’m done, I throw it on the nightstand and crawl to him on the bed. I kneel next to him and watch as his hand continues to move.

I reach my hand up to touch him. “May I?” I ask nicely.

“Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Let’s see you get all messy for me again.”

I smile. He has become obsessed with my blowjobs.

Who knew I’d be so good at it? I sure as hell didn’t know.

I wrap my hand around his dick. He’s so thick that I can’t make my fingers touch. My body still struggles to accommodate his size, but he definitely has no trouble getting me off.

My hand glides up and down at a slow pace. I’m in no hurry, and sometimes, drawing it out makes it even hotter.

Especially when I look up and see his eyes, they give away just how torturously good this is for him.

As soon as my lips close around him, he groans in relief. I work my way up and down with my mouth, gliding my tongue along with it, knowing that’s what he wants.

The first few strokes are slow and steady, clean. Then I start to let it get sloppy, the sounds getting wetter. I begin to see my lipstick stain his dick.

He looks downright ready to lose it.

“Look at those pretty lips getting all messy for me,” he says as he puts a hand in my hair. “Let me see you work off that lipstick, baby.”

I moan along his dick as I slip, slide, and suck harder. Faster than I’ve ever done before.

“Holy shit. Just like that. I’m gonna fucking come. Wait,” he pulls me off him. “Not yet. Let me get a little taste of that pussy.”

He pulls me forward until I’m sitting on his face. His mouth closes in over my clit without any hesitation. No slow lick to get me going. He is hungry for me, and I am happy to be the meal he feasts on.

He shakes his head back and forth forcefully, and I let out a moan of satisfaction. When I feel like I’m teetering on the edge, he pulls off me.

“Flip over baby. Suck my dick while I get you off.”

His demands make my pussy clench in response. When I sit up to flip over, I notice my juices are all over his neck and chest. Like…there’s a lot.

He must notice the shock in my face because he looks down at himself and smiles.

“I think somebody likes it when she rides my face. Sexiest thing ever.”

“I didn’t think I could ever produce that much.”

He takes his hand and rubs it all over himself. “I could bath in your juices. No amount is ever too much. One day, I’m gonna make you squirt. That’s a promise. Now flip over and put my dick back in that sexy mouth of yours.”

He doesn’t have to ask me again. Sucking on him is becoming one of my favorite activities.

I flip over and place my hands next to his hips. His dick is directly in my face, and I waste no time starting where I left off. No need to build up to anything. We’re both on the verge of losing it.

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