Page 53 of His Naughty Girl

Dylan’s hand came to rest on the back of my head, guiding me gently but firmly. “Then get to work, sweetheart. Show me how much you want my cock.”

Face burning, I slid down his body until I was positioned between his legs. His cock was already half-hard, and it twitched as I tentatively wrapped my hand around the base. I glanced up at Dylan, seeking reassurance.

He smiled down at me, his eyes dark with desire. “That’s it, good girl. Nice and slow.”

Emboldened by his praise, I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth. The familiar taste of him flooded my senses, making me moan softly. I began to bob my head, taking him deeper with each movement.

Dylan’s hand remained on my head, not forcing me but providing a constant reminder of his dominance.

I settled into a gentle rhythm, sliding my lips up and down Dylan’s shaft as he watched the movie. The familiar songs and dialogue provided a surreal backdrop to my intimate act. I focused on pleasuring him, licking the head reverently before taking him deeper. Dylan’s quiet groans of approval sent thrills through my body.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dylan murmured, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Such a good little cocksucker.”

The coarse words made me whimper around the thick length of his rigid manhood. I redoubled my efforts, trying to make my mouth soft and yielding as I sucked him. My jaw began to ache, but I was determined to make him feel good.

As Debbie Reynolds danced onscreen, Dylan’s hips began to rock slightly. “Mmm, Andrea,” he groaned. “Your mouth feels amazing.”

I glowed with pride at his words. Emboldened, I took him even deeper, relaxing my throat to accommodate his impressive size.

“Fuck,” Dylan hissed. “That’s it, baby. Take it all.”

I gagged slightly as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, but I forced myself to breathe through my nose and keep going. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but the discomfort only fueled my determination to please him.

As the movie neared its end, Dylan’s hand tightened in my hair. “Lick my balls, sweetheart,” he commanded softly.

I obeyed without hesitation, letting his cock slip from my mouth with a wet pop. I nuzzled against his heavy sack, inhaling his musky scent before tentatively extending my tongue. The texture was strange but not unpleasant as I licked his wrinkly scrotum, drawing a deep groan from Dylan.

“Good girl,” he growled. “Get them nice and wet.”

I lapped at his testicles eagerly, relishing the way they tightened under my ministrations. Dylan’s breathing grew heavier, his hips rolling slightly as I pleasured him.

The final notes of ‘You Are My Lucky Star’ faded as the credits began to roll. Dylan tugged gently on my hair, urging me to look up at him. His eyes were dark with desire as he gazed down at me.

“You did so well, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I think you’ve earned your reward.”

With surprising strength, he pulled me up and flipped me onto my back. I gasped as he pushed my knees back toward my ears, folding me nearly in half. I felt my face go crimson as I saw my accepted suitor gazing hungrily at my still-tender holes, his cock huge and hard in his hand, ready to use his property.

Dylan positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his erection nudging against my slick folds. “Are you ready for me, Andrea?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“Yes, sir,” I breathed. “Please…”

He pushed forward slowly, stretching me open inch by delicious inch. I gasped at the exquisite fullness, my inner walls fluttering around his thick shaft as he sank deeper. When he was fully seated within me, he paused, allowing me to adjust to his size.

“You feel incredible, sweetheart,” Dylan murmured, his voice sounding strained, as if with the effort of holding still. “Such a sweet little cooch.”

I whimpered in response, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. Dylan began to move, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in with agonizing slowness. Each gentle thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

“Oh, god,” I breathed, my hands clutching at Dylan’s broad shoulders. “It feels so good…”

Dylan maintained his languid pace, his strokes deep and measured. He gazed down at me with such tenderness that I felt my heart might burst. His hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts and teasing my sensitive nipples.

As the pleasure built, I found myself longing for more. My hips began to rock against Dylan’s, trying to urge him to increasehis speed. But he kept his movements maddeningly slow and controlled.

“Please,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his back. “Please, sir… harder, please… I need it so bad…”

Dylan’s eyes darkened with lust at my words. “Are you sure that’s what you want, sweetheart?” he growled. “You want me to fuck you like the naughty little slut you are?”

“Yes!” I cried out, beyond caring how wanton I sounded. “Please, sir. I need it.”

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