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“You will but I want to take care you first,” I say, pulling the waistband of his briefs down and revealing all of him.
My mouth waters at the sight of his cock. The memories of how good he made me feel when got together the first time come rushing into my mind. I wanted to take him in my mouth then, but he stopped me. Now I’m going to do what I want.
I look up at Blake and give him a smirk as I palm him. He watches me intensely and continues to watch me as I lower my face and slide his cock between my lips.
The groan he lets out when I give him the tiniest little suck, sends a shiver down my body.
I slide him out of my mouth and run my tongue along the length of him. From base to tip, I leave no inch of him uncovered.
Never have I enjoyed giving blow jobs. It has always felt like something that I was forced to do because the guy that I was with went down on me. But with Blake, I’m just starting and I want to feel him swell up in my mouth. I want him to pull on my hair asI suck him off. With him, it’s definitely something that I want to do.
I slide my body further down the bed and position myself between his legs and take all of him in my mouth, without a second thought.
My head bobs up and down, coating every single inch of his cock with my saliva.
Blake lets out a groan as I work him and his hand makes it into my bun, pulling at my strands every time I do something that he enjoys.
“Fuck, Sophia. You’re sucking me off so damn good,” he says, tightening his grip on my hair.
Loving the praise that he is giving me, I move one of my hands down my own body and touch myself as I continue to suck him off.
His cock swells in my mouth and at some point, it becomes a little hard to breathe, but I power through, because I’m making him feel good and that is all that matters right now.
I slide him out of my mouth with a pop, and I can’t help but to smirk at how hard I’m making him. I see some pre-cum leaking out of the tip, so I swipe my tongue against it, loving the taste of him.
“Are you touching, yourself, Sophia?” Blake asks, causing my eyes to look up at him as I swirl my tongue along the tip of his cock. “Is sucking me off, making you wet?”
I look at him through hooded eyes and give him a nod, before sliding him back into my mouth.
“Let me have a taste.” It’s not a question, but a command.
I give his cock on more lick and sit up so that I’m straddling him again, bringing the hand that was just on my pussy up to his lips.
Blake’s eyes stay on mine as he takes each of my fingers in his mouth and wipes them clean.
For a second, he closes his eyes as if to savor my taste.
“Just as sweet as I fucking remember,” he says, taking my face in his hands and kissing me like there is no tomorrow.
His tongue dance with mine, and for a few minutes I get lost in everything that is Blake Jacobi.
As our mouths explore each other, I feel one of his hands land on my waist, while the other makes its way between my thighs.
He lets out a hum when he finds my panties already pushed to the side and me wet from having him in my mouth.
“You’re bare,” he says, sliding two fingers along my folds.
I nod. “I like it better that way.” I say against his mouth. Thank God for Brazilian waxes.
“I think I do too,” he says, right before his thumb makes contact with my clit, and he draws lazy circles against the bundle of nerves.
His fingers continue slide through my folds, until they are at my entrance teasing me ever so slightly.
I grind against him, needing more of him and thankfully he listens, quickening the pace of his hand.
His mouth makes it down to my neck and he kisses me there as his fingers work me in the most spectacular way.
When he slides a finger in me, and then two, I’m a panting mess and feel the need to come right there and then.
