Page 50 of Illicit Illustration

Reid

There were only twooptions to describe what was happening. I was going to hell for corrupting my best friend’s little sister. Or she was about to put me through hell. Either way, I was fucked because the sight of Hazel Rivera on her knees for me was about to be my undoing.

All she’d done was graze her nose along my shorts and run a finger down my length, and I was hard as fuck. You’d have thought I was a teenage boy with a girl touching his dick for the first time with how I was responding to her curious exploration.

It was intoxicating, trying to remain still while her gentle hands traced my thighs, when her fingers experimentally ventured between my legs, playfully cupping my balls as I tracked her every move with rapt attention.

Maybe there was something to slowing things down and exploring each other. Usually, my encounters were over as quickly as they began. Fast and hot, both of us parting ways after an exchange of orgasms without much fuss. It was just as much about the women getting what they wanted from me as it was about me getting off.

But as Hazel’s explorations progressively became more brazen—her bolder touches leaving my cock pulsing as she caressed it through the thin material—I was too caught up in what she was doing to me to want to rush things.

It’d be fucking torture, but she could play with me all she wanted. Despite her admitted inexperience, she seemed to instinctively know exactly how to touch me, an obnoxiously loud groan escapingmy mouth as she finally wrapped her hand around my length, gripping hard and experimentally pulling upward.

“Fuck, kitten. Keep going,” I begged, my arms shaking as I looked down at her.

This didn’t feel like her using me to satisfy her curiosity. This felt like her wanting me, every movement of her hands showing me exactly how much she wanted to bring me pleasure.

“Look at me,” I gasped, flexing my hips as she leaned in and nuzzled my erection again.

Her eyes flashed to mine, filled with heat as she gripped me harder, drawing her hand upward while she kept eye contact and then leaned in to playfully bite the end of my dick. I groaned when her teeth grazed the ring at the tip and she gasped, moving her thumb to explore what she’d just accidentally discovered.

“You’ve got…” she breathed, her chest heaving. I watched the flush on her breasts spread enticingly up her neck as she realized my dick was pierced.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned, closing my eyes briefly and trying to focus on not finishing too early as she pressed harder, her thumb rubbing maddeningly against the ridge below the tip and then harder against the ring that protruded from the end of my cock.

“How did I not know you had a cock piercing?” Her voice was a nervous whisper. But it didn’t stop her from looking up at me as she leaned in, using her teeth to grab a hold of the little ball at the end, watching to see what I’d do when she tugged on it.

“Not exactly something I should be sharing with my buddy’s innocent little sister, Haz,” I rasped out, groaning again as she leaned in, sucking the tip of my dick through the material of my boxers, her tongue playing with the ring running through it while she firmly gripped the rest of me in her palm.

“Don’t talk about my brother when I’ve got your dick in my mouth,” she growled, stroking her hand roughly against me, my brain going fuzzy from the pleasure. For a virgin who’d never seen a dick in real life, she was doing a really fucking good job of knowing what to do with mine.

“I’m sorry,” I groaned, whimpering when she moved closer, flattening her tongue against the material covering me and tracing it firmly against the outline of my cock. It pulsed against her, and she grinned when it flexed, a bead of precum seeping through the material. Her eyes lit up at the sight, clearly realizing the wetness wasn’t only from her mouth.

“You like this?” she asked before she did it again, following the movement with a rough stroke of her fist, squeezing when she reached the tip and rubbing her thumb across the ring again and again until I was panting and trying to hold off from embarrassing myself.

“Yes,fuck. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

“Good,” she whispered, leaning in to suck me through the material as she repeated her actions, my balls aching as I tried to fight off the urge to finish too quickly with the movements of her hands and her fucking sinful mouth.

If I didn’t know any better, looking down at her you’d think she had my cock down her throat with the motions of her head, and I pressed the button in my hand frantically, hoping I was capturing the images she needed for this commission before I accidentally destroyed the remote.

“Shit. I…I can’t…” I panted as she roughly stroked, her tongue playing relentlessly with my piercing, while she drove me closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck. I’m gonna come. Haz, I…”

She didn’t stop. Didn’t let up as she continued what she was doing, making my entire body tense before she looked up at me, watching me fall apart as my cock spurted, cum seeping through the thin material, drawing her attention as my warm release trailed down the back of her fingers.

Holding my gaze, she leaned in, darting her tongue out and tasting me, her eyes closing before she swallowed hard, shuddering.

“Fuck,” I growled, flexing my fists against the wall as I tried to tamp down the urge to haul her against me and kiss her hard.

Her chest heaved as she stared up at me, hand covered in the evidence of my desire for her, the taste of it on her tongue. Myself-control was stretched thin as I watched her, eyes bright and a slow smile spreading across her lips when she realized she’d literally just tilted my fucking world on its axis. And it had me imagining her in this position with all our clothes out of the way, my cum dripping down her pink cheek.

“You liked that,” she whispered, a naughty glint in her eyes.

Unable to help myself, I pushed off the wall, pulling up my shorts before I dropped to my knees, grabbing my discarded shirt from the floor and using it to wipe her fingers. She watched me while I cleaned her up, nibbling on her lower lip. Once I was done, I looked at her, realizing she needed self-assurance right now, not some animal desperate to fuck her.

“Yes, kitten. I fucking loved that.”

She nodded, shifting to the side to sit down on the floor before she pulled the pillow into her lap, hugging it. But I didn’t want her to seek comfort from a pillow, I wanted her to seek it from me. Tugging it from her grasp, I flipped it backward onto the couch behind me, reaching forward to haul her into my lap. Turning her with her back against my chest, I nuzzled her neck, breathing her in while my frantic heartbeat settled.

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