Page 22 of About That One Night
I slide off the couch and onto my knees, looking up at him with desire. His eyes darken with lust as he unzips his pants, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. He grips it firmly, guiding it toward my eager mouth.
“Open up for me,” he commands, his voice husky. “Show me how much you want it.”
I part my lips, taking him in slowly, savoring the taste of him. He groans as I swirl my tongue around the tip, teasing him. “Fuck, Zoe,” he mutters, his hands tangling in my hair. “You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth.”
Encouraged by his reaction, I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard. His hips jerk involuntarily, and he growls, “That’s it, baby. Just like that. Suck my cock, make me feel good.”
I look up at him, meeting his gaze as I take him even deeper, my throat relaxing to accommodate his size. His grip on my hair tightens, and he begins to move, gently at first, then more urgently as his need grows. I hum around him, the vibrations making him shudder. I move my mouth along his length, my hands stroking the base of his shaft and cupping his balls, adding to his pleasure. I can feel his pleasure building, and I revel in it.
The sound of our heavy breathing fills the room, punctuated by the occasional groan or moan. I can feel his breathing becoming ragged, and I know he’s close. But I want more. I want to push him over the edge, to make him lose control. I increase the speed of my movements, taking him as deep as I can whilemy hands continue their rhythm, driving him wild with pleasure.
“You’re so good at this,” he groans, his voice rough with pleasure. “Such a good girl. Keep going, take it all. Show me how much you want it.”
I look up at him, meeting his gaze as I take him even deeper, my throat relaxing to accommodate his size. His eyes are dark with lust, and I can see the pleasure written all over his face.
The feeling of power and control is intoxicating. I know that I am the one making him feel this way, and it only makes me want him more. I redouble my efforts, determined to make this the best blow job he’s ever had.
As Max’s breathing becomes more ragged and his grip on my hair tightens, I know I’m succeeding. But then he surprises me.
“Touch yourself,” he orders, his voice a low growl. “I want to see you finger fuck yourself while you suck my cock.”
A jolt of arousal shoots through me at his command. I slide one hand down my body, slipping it under my panties. My fingers find my clit, already throbbing with need, and I start to rub it in slow, deliberate circles.
“Good girl,” he praises, his eyes locked on mine. “Touch yourself. I want to see you shove those fingers deep in your cunt while you worship my cock. Keep going. I want to watch you come.”
I moan around his cock, the combination of pleasuring him and touching myself driving me wild. I move my panties aside, then slip two fingers insidemyself, pumping them in and out as I continue to suck him, my own arousal building to a fever pitch.
The sight of me pleasuring myself pushes him even closer to the edge. “Fuck, you look so sexy,” he groans. “You’re going to make me come.”
His words spur me on, and I increase the pace of my fingers, matching the rhythm of my mouth on his cock. The sensations are overwhelming, and I can feel my orgasm approaching.
“Come for me, baby,” he commands, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want to feel you come while you suck my cock.”
With a final, powerful thrust, his words push me over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me, my body convulsing with pleasure as I cry out around his cock. The sensation of my mouth tightening around him sends him into his own release.
“Swallow it,” he growls through gritted teeth, barely able to speak. “Take my seed. Every drop.”
He comes hard, filling my mouth with his hot, salty essence. I swallow eagerly, not wasting a drop, as he shudders above me, his release seemingly endless. The primal intensity in his eyes makes my own pleasure spike again.
He looks down at me, his breath still ragged, with a mix of satisfaction and admiration. “You were amazing,” he murmurs, pulling me up to kiss me deeply. “My perfect girl.”
I smile, feeling a rush of pride and satisfaction.
Chapter Thirteen
MaxMc: I can’t stop thinking about your mouth on me, baby. The way you suck my cock drives me wild. I need you, Zoe.
Zoe: Hello, I’m working.
MaxMc: It’s your fault. The way you looked up at me while you took me deep? I can’t stop thinking about it—you. I’m getting hard just thinking about it. I want your mouth again.
Zoe: God, Max. You’re making it impossible tofocus at work.
MaxMc: Every time I close my eyes, I see those lips wrapped around me. You’re such a good girl, Zoe. I can’t wait to feel your mouth on me again.
Zoe: Stop.
MaxMc: You don’t want me to stop. You need me.
