Page 64 of The Prizes We Win
And despite the fact that I’ve never been with a man, nor wanted to ever be with a man, there is not an ounce of my being that doesn’t want to please him. Opening my throat, I take him into my mouth as best as I can. Over and over again, I work my mouth up and down his cock, licking and sucking just like I like done on me. And with each pass of my tongue along his cock, mine grows harder and harder.
“Fuck, D. I-I’m not gonna last. I’ve wanted this for so long, and—ah—it feels too good.”
I pop off his dick and snarl, “So come for me then.”
His eyes burn with heat as he looks down at me. “Are-are you sure?”
Sticking my tongue out, I lick along the slit at the head of his cock and let the precum spilling from it coat my taste buds. My eyes roll back into my head, and I moan at his taste. I look back up at him and say, “I’m sure.”
His nostrils flare, and his grip on my shoulder tightens. “Then say it again.”
“Ahhh.” Joe’s desperate moan floats through the bathroom, and I almost feel like I could come in my fucking pants just knowing she’s watching us and touching herself.
“Come for me, Lorenzo,” I command and take him deep in my mouth.
His cock swells in my mouth and I take one final deep breath before he spills his release down my throat. I faintly hear Joe let out a long and drawn-out moan behind me.
I do my best to swallow him down, but I’ve never done this before, and I’m not entirely prepared. Some of his cum spills from my lips and down my trimmed beard.
Slowly, Enzo pulls his cock from my mouth, his heavy breath filling the room. I go to wipe my face with the back of my hand when he stops me. “No.”
The side of my mouth raises, and I stand up to my full height. Grabbing the side of my face, he brings his mouth to mine. As the two of us kiss, he moans into my mouth, and I press my straining erection against him.
“I can taste myself on you,” he says against my lips.
“Good,” I repeat my answer from earlier.
He leans back slightly and looks me in the eye. Quietly, he asks, “Are you okay?”
I press my groin against him, and his eyes light with mischief. “I will be after I fuck our girl,” I tell him.
He peeks at her around me before looking back at me. “You better get to it.”
I spin around to find Joe’s head thrown back. Her lips are parted, and she’s grinding against her hand. The sounds coming from her mouth tell me all I need to know. “Josephine Jenkins, don’t you dare,” I warn as I cross the bathroom to get to her.
She cracks her eyes open to look at me, but her fingers don’t stop. “You better—ohhh—you better finish what you started, or I’m going to finish it for you.”
Positioning myself between her spread legs, I lean over her until her head is resting against the mirror behind her. I grab her face in one hand and pull the band of my sweats down with the other. Once my cock is free, I swat her hand from between her legs and notch the head of my cock at her entrance. Her eyes widen in excitement as I squeeze her face in my hand.
“Careful, Big Daddy, she can play this game with the rest of them,” Enzo jokes behind me, and Joe giggles playfully.
“Is that right, Mama?” I push my hips forward a fraction of an inch.
“Ahh. Sure is.”
I lean forward so my lips brush against hers. “I think it’s time you played with the big boys.”
“Hey,” Enzo says defensively. But I don’t bother responding. My only focus right now is the woman beneath me.
She sticks out her tongue, letting the tip of it drag against my lips, tasting Enzo’s release on her tongue.
Moaning, she answers, “Show me what you got, Big Guy.”
I laugh deep in my chest before slamming my hips home, and I swear to all that is fucking holy I could come right here and now. But as much as I want to come inside her, I want to feel her come around me even more.
“Oh fuck,” she hisses as she places her hand on the mirror behind her. The shock wears off her face and leaves behind nothing but pure hunger. “Do that again.”
With pleasure.
