Page 30 of Enraged

I throbbed from beneath my Under Armour sweatpants.

“You know where to find it.”How witty, Dakota.

Staring me in the eyes, she reached under the sheet, her small palm coming to rest on my waistband. Sliding her hand inside it,she paused, but not before her fingertips grazed every inch of my little lieutenant.

“Breathe, Dak,” she teased. “I’ve barely touched you.”

“In the last few hours, I’ve had your bare pussy pressing against me, your throbbing clit between my lips, and your sweet cum flooding my face. Pardon me for being worried about being a little trigger happy.”

With a grin, she wrapped her hand around me, my hips bucking against her in surprise.

“You are a little trigger happy, aren’t you?” She taunted me, pulling back the sheet to stare at my dick in her hand.

“You’d look so much cuter with something in your mouth.”

She laughed, a deep laugh that echoed off the walls and jiggled her tits.

“Well, in case you need a visual.”

Huh?

“What do you mean a vis – ahhh!”

Without warning, she deepthroated, the swollen head of my cock coming to rest just beyond her tonsils. “Lena, goddamn!”

She bobbled her head to push me further, her tongue tickling the nerve endings on the underside of my shaft.

“Oh, fuckkk.”

She gagged and kept going, a free hand entering the game to massage my tender, aching balls.

She was unrelenting, torturous even, inflicting so much overstimulation that I was unable to speak. My hips were uncontrollable, lurching involuntarily in a manner that resembled fucking her throat. She moaned low in her throat, the small gesture rippling throughout my sensitive sack.

“Lena, I can’t – I. Gonna cum.” I managed, trying to pull her away by her hair. This only encouraged her efforts, and she opened her throat more to deepen her hold onto me.

“Lena, stop, I’m gonna cum, I can’t. Let up. FUCK!”

My body shook unwillingly, the pleasure too damn much at once.

While closing her throat to mimic a swallow, she firmly but gently squeezed my balls.

The perfect level of pain and constriction were my undoing and with one final lurch, I erupted, shooting spurt after spurt down her extremely experienced throat.

What the FUCK was that?

Releasing her hold on me, she sat back on her heels, her beautiful face the epitome of amusement and triumph.

“Hey buddy?”

I made a sound that was nowhere near close to actual words, but I think it closely resembled a “huh?”

“How ‘bout them Dawgs.”

Jolene

Within two minutes, I heard him snoring.

And that’s on a job well done.

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