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I lean forward and suck one of his balls gently, drawing it past my lips, and his entire body jerks as he draws in a sharp breath. I let go, before allowing my tongue to sloppily trace the veined underside of his shaft, before dipping down to repeat the process on the other side.
“Put me back in your mouth.” He sounds more desperate now, like he’s unraveling, too. Even though my knees and thighs already start to burn a little, I’m nothing but determined.
With one hand curled around his waistband, now slung low on his pelvis, I wrap my fingers and guide him to my mouth. Taking my time to swirl my tongue over the leaking head, and roam my painted lips along the base before swallowing him down.
The noise he makes is filthy and delicious and I want to hear it so many more times.
“Your hot little tongue feels like heaven.” As I hollow out my cheeks and set to work, I feel his fingers slip into my hair.
Fuck, yes.
He must hear my sound of relief humming around his length because it’s the moment he takes over.
Now it’s all about him thrusting past my lips and pushing intomy mouth as his fingers tense, stinging my scalp a little as he pulls on the strands.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me.” I do as he says, without hesitation.
His face is half in shadow, it might look severe if I didn’t know how much this is the way he adores me, even while I’m on my knees worshiping him. Before Storm, before any of this, I didn’t know what it was like to feel this way.
“Such a good girl.” His grip is ruthlessly tight in my hair, and I melt beneath that firm, possessive hold. “That face might look innocent, but you know how to be dirty, don’t you?”
This time, he plunges further into my mouth, filling me, hitting the back of my throat as I gag around him. Spit starts to collect at the corners of my mouth, and oh my god, my pussy is a throbbing mess of desire.
My cowboy keeps praising me, talking me through all the ways I look like his perfect little toy, how good I am at taking his cock, and how I’m so sexy just like this. All while continuing to fist my hair and fuck my throat until my eyes are watering and drool runs down my chin.
“Look at how your tits bounce for me, how those pupils blow out every time you choke around me. I can see how much you love being owned like this.”
I moan around his length, feeling him swell and pulse at the sensation.
“You always look sexy, but this might just be my favorite sight, darlin’. Puffy lips and smeared lipstick and tears just for me.”
With my eyes fixed on him, fingers clutching the base of him, and my other hand clinging to the fly of his jeans, I try to plead for relief. Everything is so tightly coiled inside me, it feels like I’m going to fly out of my head any second now.
“You’re wet, aren’t you?” His words roughen as he’s getting close. “Mmm, I bet you want permission to finger yourself?”
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Wetness coats my cheeks and my chin, providing the undeniable truth that I’m absolutely the mess he tells me I am.
“I bet you want to touch yourself so bad, knowing you haven’t got anything on … it would be so easy for you just to slip a finger in and get yourself off… you’re already slick and soaking, bet you can feel it dripping down.”
The porny sound I make around his cock doesn’t even sound like me, as all I can do is swallow around his tip and continue to beg with my eyes.
“Go on then. Make yourself come. You’ve already got a wet cunt, desperate for me to fill you up.” The relief is palpable as I lap my tongue and hollow my cheeks while diving one hand between my thighs.
“Rub your clit while you suck my cock, that’s it, darlin’... shatter for me.” Storm drives me out of my mind, with each word scalding me, coating me in a wicked blanket of attention and praise. “Fuck, you look so gorgeous on your knees, red lips wrapped around my dick.”
His filthy words and the heady delight of finally getting totouch myself all combine to toss me over the edge almost instantly.
As I whimper and convulse, Storm drags me off his length by my hair, openly devouring the way I must look an absolute mess, all for him. Except, when I stare back enraptured, with my mouth hanging wide, panting. Through glazed eyes, I struggle to focus, but don’t want to miss a single second of the way he watches my fingers, an urgent, desperate touch that keeps massaging my clit as I hunger for both my come down andmore.
Storm devours every circling movement, giving me the kind of look that makes it feel as though I’m wearing a beautiful gown and we’re dancing together under the moonlight somewhere.
Not like I’m naked, kneeling on the floor, sloppy, and panting for his dick.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He lets go of my hair and uses a thumb to swipe at my damp cheeks, then over my messy lips and chin, thoughtfully pausing a long second to drag my bottom lip down. I’m not sure what comes next, except, he stops filming and pockets my phone. “You’re gonna let me fuck you in front of that mirror, just like I’ve wanted and craved and gone nearly damn insane for ever since I first laid eyes on you.”
From the sound that just burst out of me, I’ve just confirmed exactly how much that idea is my kind of heaven, too.
