Page 113 of Gracefully Yours

“You’re welcome to anytime.” I went to put my hands on her, but she made atsksound with her tongue. “No touching. Not until I’ve had my fun.”

By the time she’d reached my lower abdomen, a path of open-mouthed kisses left behind, her tiny hand wrapped around my dick before I’d realized her plan.

“Charlotte,” I groaned. “You don’t have to.”

“But I want to,” she whispered, licking her lips as she gave a slight squeeze with her fingers. Her hand didn’t quite wrap around all the way, which really shouldn’t have been a surprise, given how much bigger I was than her, but part of me liked it. That weird, growly, possessive part of me, who

“You’ll have to teach me what you like,” she breathed, sliding her hand up and down my shaft. “I want this to be good for you.”

“Fuck.Baby. There’s nothing you can do that would be wrong.” I shut my eyes as she increased the pressure, trying not to blow my load right then.

There was only one place I wanted to lose myself tonight—buried in her tight, wet heat. Not down her throat.

And then she leaned down, swiping her tongue over the tip, licking up the pre-cum that had oozed out.

“I told you I wanted to taste you, too,” she said, voice husky, before her mouth explored the full length of my dick. First, with her tongue, and then, when she opened her mouth and took me inside of it.

As she bent over me, those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock, her eyes connected with mine, the vulnerability in them clear.

“More,” I groaned, trying my best not to push her down further as she traced her tongue around the rim. As much as I was loving this, I didn’t want to hurt her. And there was no way she could take all of me down her throat—certainly not comfortably.

I wrapped my hand around hers, showing her just how I liked it, both of us stroking me together as she sucked on my length, her tongue still playing with the tip.

“Charlotte,” I groaned.

When I felt my balls tighten, too close to blowing my load, I pulled her off with a pop.

She frowned, wiping a few dribbles of saliva off her face. “What? Was something wrong?”

“No.” I laughed. “It was too good. If you kept going, I was going to lose my mind. And if I’m coming anywhere, it’s not going to be down your throat, baby.”

“Mmm.”

Sitting up fully, I pushed her thighs apart, exposing the thin strap of lace that covered her slit. Pushing it aside, I roughly pushed two fingers into her, surprised when I met little resistance.

“You’re so wet, aren’t you, darling? Just from sucking me off?”

She agreed with a moan as I scissored my fingers inside of her.

“Gotta get you nice and wet so you can take my cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped as I held her tightly, moving her hips to increase the intensity of our connection.

I pulled my fingers out, eliciting a whimper from Charlotte. After all of her teasing, it was my turn to make her crazy.

“Now, let me have a taste of you. I’ve been dying for it all day.” Laying back down on the bed, I patted the area next to my head. “Come sit on my face.”

“Daniel,” she squeaked, planting her hands on my chest. “I…”

“Come on,” I coaxed her. “Show me just how dirty those little books of yours are.”

“Oh, that’s how it is, is it?” She murmured, climbing up towards my mouth.

Spreading her thighs further apart, I guided her onto my face, my nose lined up with her clit as my tongue darted out to taste her.

The little breathy noises that slipped from her lips only spurred me on further, and I increased my pace, fucking her with my tongue.

“It’s too much,” she cried, her thighs tightening around my head.

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