Page 64 of Taking Chances

“Tell me how you like it,” she pleads.

“Just enjoy yourself.”

I could guide her through it. I could make it easy on her by commanding her every move. But I don’t want to. I want her to explore. To play.

And if that makes me her plaything, so be it.

After a short pause, she takes my cock in her hands, feeling the weight of it. She stares at it with wide eyes, almost in a trance, and it’s the biggest compliment I’ve ever gotten.

As her tongue makes its way from the root to my slit, my mind short-circuits. Her tongue is heaven, lighting fire in its wake. My skin itches so I rush to take off my shirt, buttons popping off in the process.

She lets out a moan, her hands trailing their way down my chest and abs as she sucks me deep into her mouth.

“Aaaah.” I haven’t prematurely ejaculated since I was a virgin, but it might happen right now if I don’t get a grip on myself.

She grips my cock with one hand, bobbing her head up and down. She tries to take me in as deep as she can, making herself gag. It isn’t deep—it’s obvious she isn’t experienced, and my cock is quite intimidating—but she doesn’t relent, taking me in again and again.

My hands land in her hair, caressing her gently as she continues to gag on my dick, taking me deeper and deeper. She’s so fucking eager and willing, so untethered by her typical restraints. My orgasm creeps up faster than I want to, but there’s no way of stopping it.

She marked she wants to try swallowing, but I have different plans for today.

“Show me your tongue.” Her stare is puzzled so I help her by moving her head from my cock, keeping her mouth open. My other hand jerks my cock in quick motions. The orgasm starts deep in my balls, wracking my whole body with shivers.

“Don’t… swallow,” I grunt, as thick ropes of cum land on her tongue. She stares at me wide-eyed, her mascara smeared under her eyes, her hair a knotted mess. She’s stunning.

My breathing’s still erratic, and so is hers. She practically pants as her puckered nipples stand proudly.

Her tongue is still full of my cum, so full it starts to spill from her mouth to her perfect tits. She starts retracting it into her mouth, but I stop her with a gentle hand on her cheek.

“Shh, don’t move. You did so fucking good. You made me come so hard. I want to see my cum drip down your perfect body now.” Her brows lift. “Can you do that for me?”

A small nod is her response, making more of my cum trickle down. Unable to resist, I drop down to my knees, taking her nipple in my mouth.

“Aaaah,” she moans, her head falling back as I lick her clean, moving from one breast to the other. Ultimately, I take her mouth, our lips connecting with fervor. She molds into my touch as I breathe her in, tasting both of our arousals. A whimper escapes her as our tongues intertwine. My heartbeat skyrockets before we eventually settle, our heavy breaths in sync. My fingers graze her cheek, her eyes closing with the movement.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I almost whisper. Taking her hand, I lift her from the floor before picking her up in my arms.

“Put me down. I’m way too heavy.” She squirms instantly.

I chuckle, grabbing onto her harder. “What kind of weak ass boys have you been with? I could run a 10k while carrying you.”

She lets out a sigh, relaxing in my arms. I carry her up to my newly renovated bathroom, setting her on her feet.

“Can you stand until I get the bathtub ready?” I might have gone a bit overboard with the bathroom, installing a giant walk-in shower and an even bigger freestanding tub.

“I’ll just take a quick shower, there’s no need for all that.” She waves me off, once again showing discomfort to receive any kind of care.

“There is. Scenes like this are draining. Emotionally and physically. They require aftercare. Otherwise, they can leave emotional and physical consequences.”

The corner of her mouth falls briefly, but her head dips in agreement.

I fill the tub with warm water and some Epsom salts.

“Hmm… I haven’t imagined you as a tub guy.”

“So, youhaveimagined me showering?” I tease. Laughter bubbles out of her and she slaps my shoulder playfully. “I’m a sucker for tubs, have been since my hockey days. Nothing heals the beaten-up body like a nice bath.”

She lifts her leg, dipping it in the water. “Shoot, this is freezing.”

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