Page 134 of Innocent Intentions

God, she has the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen.

She doesn’t say a word, just picks up my soap and starts to wash me.

It’s intimate. Gentle. Reverent. I don’t dare speak. I just let her.

My cock reacts instantly. I harden until I’m brushing against her stomach.

She finishes cleaning me, steps back, and lets me rinse off.

When I go to grab her soaps, ready to return the favor, she shakes her head,thendrops to her knees.

I forget how to breathe.

She wraps her small hand around my cock, and I let out a broken gasp. Her hand doesn’t even fit around my girth. She braces herself with the other, pressing it against my thigh.

She leans in, licks the bead of precum from my tip, and moans at the taste. The vibration sends a shiver up my spine.

She licks along my shaft, and it takes everything in me not to grab her hair and fuck her mouth.

She strokes me once, twice, then pauses, sensing the friction is too dry. She looks up, questioning.

“Spit on it.” I rasp. Not a command, just desperate need.

She hesitates, then obeys. She spits on my cock and rubs it in.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I much prefer her spit there than on my face.

She finds a rhythm. Stroking me. Tongue flicking against my tip. Licking the precum like it’s her favorite treat.

Then she stills.

For a second, I panic.

Don’t stop now, sweetheart. Please don’t stop.

Then she opens her mouth and starts to slide me in, one inch at a time.

My vision blurs.

Her tongue traces along the underside of my shaft, and I nearly collapse. She starts bobbing her head, slow and steady.

Then she moans. And I lose it.

I grab her hair, holding her in place, and thrust into her throat.

I pause, checking her response.

Her fingers tighten on my thigh, and she leans forward, taking more.

That’s all the permission I need.

I grip her hair tighter and thrust deep, hitting the back of her throat. She’s not ready for the full length yet, but we’ll get there.

I build a rhythm, thrusting deeper each time.

When I think she’s ready, I stop at the back of her throat.

“Open for me, sweetheart. Take all of me. You can do it.” I coax, my voice thick with desire.

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