Page 88 of Roses and Skulls

When her lips wrap around me, she takes me farther, gagging about half the way there. She tries to pull away. I don’t let her. “Keep going, baby, just relax.”

So, she does. Billie Rose wants to please me and fuck if that doesn’t make my balls tighten. My other hand hits the wall as I hold myself upright. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a girl, and it’s never felt like this.

I let her pull away for air and those damn sapphires catch the look of pleasure on my face. She smiles wickedly before shoving my cock back down her throat, wrapping those tiny fingers around the base. She slides them up and down as her mouth works me. Jesus, a porn star is being born right before my eyes.

She truly is beautiful. A unique blend or exotic and simplicity, rolled into one tiny little package. Her long, dark hair, clutched tightly in my fist and my dick in her mouth, is a sight I could get used to.

“Billie Rose, you need to stop or I’m going to come right down that pretty little throat of yours.”

A challenge sparks, one dark eyebrow rises, announcing that I will indeed be doing just that.

If that’s what she wants, I’m happy to oblige.

Her tongue swirls and her pace increases. God, it’s too much. Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks. I tighten my grip, unable to hold back. Her hands fly up to my thighs as I shove her head down as far as I can, her nose pressing against me. The sound of her gagging, does me in.

Billie Rose’s nails dig into my thighs before I finally release her and let her take a breath. She sputters, wiping the back of her hand over her mouth.

Unease creeps over her features as she sees the intent in my gaze. “My turn,” I flip her on her back and have her pants down before she has time to stop me.

I stare at the wet spot on her white cotton panties as I pull up my own pants. Don’t want him to think he’s getting seconds. In fact, I wasn’t even expecting to get my dick wet until my big surprise for her. But I’m not complaining.

“You look scared,” I say quietly.

“I’m… no, it’s just…”

My hands slide up her legs and I hook my thumbs around the edge of her panties. “I want to see you.” I run my nose along her, sniffing loudly. “I want to smell you.” My tongue flattens out over the soft cotton, and I lick her right over her underwear.

She jerks her hips in response, lifting her ass off the ground. It gives me just enough time to slide her panties right off her.

“And I want to taste you.”

I let her keep her shirt on even though I want to see her tits. I’m betting they are just as pretty as the rest of her.

My fingers wrap around her thighs and push her legs back and then I burry my face in her delightful little pussy. When I moan against her, she lets out a garbled noise from the back of her throat. I smile against her. She is very responsive, and I know it won’t take her long. But I don’t want this to be over quickly.

I run my tongue piercing over her clit and her legs begin to tremble.

“Elijah,” she groans, grinding herself into my face. “Please,” she begs.

My hands slide under her ass and squeeze her plump cheeks. I want to explore all of her but there will be time for that later.

Slowly, I slide a finger inside of her and then another. No longer able to contain herself, she cries out, “God, oh god.”

I give her the pressure she needs to hurl herself over the precipice. My tongue continues to tease her while my fingers curl, giving attention to the spot that will make her erupt in my mouth.

“Elijah. Oh. No. Something’s not right.” Her hands press on my shoulders but I’m not quitting, not even to explain to her that it will be okay and to let go.

My fingers continue their brutal assault, while my tongue soothes away the hurt and then she starts speaking nonsense right before her body tenses and she fucking comes hard all over my face, just like I was hoping.

Tremors wrack her body as I slide myself up beside her, pulling her close so that her head rests on my chest.

As her body starts to come back down to earth, I stroke my hand over her hair, down her back, along her hips.

“That was… different,” she says quietly.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you come for me,” I tell her. “Don’t ever be embarrassed and don’t ever hold back.”

She shifts so that she can look at me. “I just have one question,” she says shyly.

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