Page 17 of Glitter

So, that’s what I did. His command was my wish. And my utmost pleasure.

I sucked. I licked. Swirling my tongue around the tip and up and down his shaft, which was a straight, slender column, with a singular, thick vein running along the underside. I took him as deep as I could, breathing through my nose while letting the head of his cock rub and pulse against the back of my throat.

And each time I did, each time I took him deep and held him there, the throb of his cock and the pulse of my heartbeat performing a perfectly synchronous tango, the sweetest, filthy praise fell from my angel’s pink lips.

“Fuck. Fuck,fuuuck… Goddamn you’re good at this. Knew you would be. So hot and wet and— Shit, yes! Do that again! That thing, with your tongue. Yes, that, boo. That! Fuck. More. Give me more. Take more. Yes. More of me. Swallow my cock. That’s it, boo. Swallow it. Mmm. Like that. Fuck.”

He had both hands wrapped firmly around my head, fingers buried in my hair and digging into my skull, directing the pace and depth with which I was taking him. My own hands alternated between gripping his hips and cupping the smooth, silky perfection of his ass as my angel rode my face and used me for his pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m gonna… Don’t wanna, but holy shit am I gonna…”

His thrusting was getting harder and sloppier, his words beginning to slur together and getting less coherent. I could taste his enjoyment on my tongue—the tangy, sweet nectar of his precum, which was now a near-continuous stream dribbling from his slit.

Then, suddenly, his hands tightened on my head and his words came out clearly and louder than they had been. “Fuck, I’m close. Are you good to swallow, boo?”

My eyes had been watering for…who knows how long. I definitely had saliva all over and dripping from my chin. I probably had snot oozing from my nose. And I still had the remnants of precum he’d streaked on my cheek.

My face was a gigantic sloppy mess.

Even so, I didn’t hesitate to tip my face up so I could look my angel in the eyes. I wanted to see what his face looked like on the precipice to orgasm. I needed to see the desire, the pleasure, the chase for ecstasy darkening his eyes.

The previous two times we’d had sex, he’d been facing away from me, so I’d only been able to see his face after the culmination of his orgasm. This time, I wanted to see what he looked like just before. Then watch as it broke over him, sweeping him up and over the edge.

I wanted to see him glow.

Rubbing my tongue against the underside of his cock, I hoped he could read my answer to his question in my eyes. The thought of getting his taste, having him flood my mouth and throat with his cum…surely, he could see how much I yearned for that.

But perhaps my eyes weren’t as expressive as all that. Because he followed up his initial question with another. “Or do you want me to shoot on you? All over your chest, maybe? While I don’t want to dirty up my clothes, maybe you’d like for me to dirty up yours. Get you all filthy.”

I groaned around my mouthful of cock because, really, that option also sounded fan-freaking-tastic.

Then he dragged one of his hands from my hair and brought it down to my face, cupping my cheek and leisurely sweeping his thumb along my upper lip, where it hugged the slender length of his dick, as he offered yet another choice. “Or maybe I should come all over your darling face. Would you like that, boo? Do you want a cum facial?”

Fuck. Those were all… How was I supposed to choose? I wanted all of them.

I wanted him to come on my shirt, mark it all up with his release, and then I could keep it and forever have a crusty memento of this moment.

And I wanted him to come on my face. I wanted him to splatter it all over my skin, until I was drenched and dripping with his cum, then rub it into my skin like the world’s oldest-known form of lotion.

But I also wanted him to come in my mouth. Having only been granted small, fleeting tastes of his skin, and not yet been allowed to sample his luscious pink lips, I wanted my angel to spurt, thick and hot and creamy, into my mouth, so I could feast on the delicious flavor of his satisfaction.

How was I supposed to choose between the options he’d offered me? I wanted them all.

But if I had to choose—and, unless he took the choice out of my hands, I’d have to—there was one of the choices that I needed to have. More than the others. Especially with there being no guarantee that I would get to see him again. That I would get to have him in my mouth again.

With the possibility that this might be the only time I got to do this…

I pulled off enough that I could quickly gasp out, “Swallow. Please.” Then I dove back onto his cock, picking up right where I’d left off—enthusiastically licking his dick.

He groaned and I gave myself a moment to watch as his eyelids fluttered. Then I turned my attention back down to his cock, bobbing and sucking on his hard length.

His hand slid away from my face and around to the back of my neck, that hand, and the one still gripping my head, helping to control the pace and urging me to go faster, to take him deeper, over and over.

“Fuck, boo. You want to swallow?” he asked. Rhetorically, apparently, as he didn’t give me the opportunity to confirm that’s what I wanted before telling me, “You’re not going to have to wait very long. Fuck, your mouth feels so good. So hot and wet and…Ungh. You’re sucking my cock so good, boo.”

I fought against my instinctive need to gag as his cock hit the back of my throat over and over. The muffled, cut-off choking noises I was making added to the sloppy, wet, slurping sounds of the blowjob—an erotic soundtrack that filled and reverberated within the walls of the bathroom stall we were in.

“Ah fuck. Fuck, fuck. Hell. I’m—”

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