Page 57 of Afterglow
I gather it gently, but it’s so thick, so voluminous, I struggle to fist it all. Impatient, she wraps it around my wrist. “Tighter,” she demands. “You’re…bigger than I imagined. But I don’t care.”She confirms with a hungry look. “I want you to go rough. Use me—please, Fletcher.”
“Bea?” She winces when her coiled hair goes taut in my grip. “I know you know what you’re doing, but…” I pump down my length once, spreading my arousal while nearing her mouth. “I need you to listen.”
Lust and need swirl in her blown gaze. “Tell me how to suck you off.”
I offer my glistening cock to her. “Lick it.”
The long, languid swipe she doles out has me quaking out a moan.
“Take it in your mouth.”
Her lips wrap the engorged head with a weak suck.
“Harder.”
The pressure intensifies. My head lolls back with a pleasured hiss as the thick vein lining the underside of my cock throbs on top of her tongue.
“Deeper.”
Her mouth is hot and slick and unbearably snug. “Fuck,” I groan when she retreats, only to see my cock disappear further past her lips. “Can you take more?”
She nods with anmmhmm, the vibrations onto my cock making the room spin temporarily.
“Good,” I affirm. “You look incredible with me filling your mouth.”
Bea moans, and I can barely hold on. “Keep going.”
Every intake pairs with a blissful hum, barreling me towards a release. But I don’t want it to end yet. I shiver, attempting restraint with a pause, posting my free hand onto her shoulder. She draws me in until I reach the back of her throat, then chokes. My cock isn’t even slotted in the whole way, but the sheer sound,fuck.
Watching her cunt drip down her thigh in the mirror was a mistake. Something inside me snaps, like a rabid, caged animal finally breaking free from its enclosure. I hold her in place, recreating the feeling with a harsh thrust. She gags, covering my cock in a fresh coat of her spit. “Oh, fuck,yes.” My other hand joins its twin, winding into the silken strands. “I’m gonna fuck your face now, okay?”
She nods silently, tears pooling, strings of spit starting to dribble from her lips. A fucking fantasy comes to life. I whimper. My hips drive forward, the cadence hasty, greedy for the sloshy clucks from pushing my cock deep into Bea’s throat. Moan after moan pours out of my locked-open mouth, shameless and loud, like the sweat down my torso.
Her sucking strangles my length with a heavenly pressure, balls recoiling as the mounting pleasure at the root of my spine readies to burst. All it takes is for Bea to whine, and I freeze into a forward curl, trembling while releasing white hot streaks of cum into her perfect mouth. Tears stream down those pretty pink cheeks, her lips swollen from my unyielding abuse.
“Wait.” I grab her throat as I pull out lazily, a thick rope of my cum still connecting us. “Let me see.”
She widens her mouth, presenting my cum on her tongue.
“Now swallow.” It vanishes as I urge it down the rigid column of her neck with my palm. My cock twitches at the sight.
Behraz returns a dazed chuckle. “That’s the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“You’re unbelievable,” I coo, plucking a greedy, tongue-filled kiss, then wrench her dress higher up her back. The relief post-orgasm has me all fucked up. “Now turn around. I’m gonna clean you up.”
Hearing Behraz cry out my name while eating her cunt from behind almost ends me.
Behraz’s naked chest bathes in an afterglow, both from her orgasm and the setting sun outside the window.
“Is there anything else you want to try with me?” Her hand courses down my bare torso, combing through the long hairs between my pecs.
I want to try—do everything with her. It’s what I want to say. It’s what I should say. But we’ve fed the beast too much, and I suggest something else entirely, like a greedy, heinous monster. “I wanna fuck your tits.”
Behraz doesn’t miss a beat. “You want me on my back or on top?”
The urge for control holds strong. “On your back.”
“Take off your pants.” She rolls and shifts downward while I do. “Put your knees here.” Bea pats the mattress on either side of her hips. I get into position, cock in hand stiffening at an astonishing rate. Behraz Irani’s tits are a fucking gift. She spits on the head. “I’ve never done it before, but…” The thought of being the only person to have her like this has my balls aching, cock pulsing. More saliva joins my length. “…I think we might need some lube.”
