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“A blow job,” she repeats, and yeah, she’s going to be the death of me. “I want to taste you this time. I’ve never gotten to do that before.” She mumbles, and it hits me. Oh my god, she had never given a blow job before me in the truck. Oh sweet Jesus, and she wants me to come in her mouth? I can’t… I can’t be the one that defiles that sweet mouth. And yet, even though I’m screaming that I can’t on the inside, on the outside, I’m taking a big swallow and nodding.
“S-sure,” I manage. “So, you’ve never done this before the truck?” I see the pink staining her cheeks as she looks down and shakes her head.
“Sex is just… it’s never been a priority, and when I got sick, it really wasn’t one.” I run my thumb over her hot cheek softly before tilting her chin so she has to look at me.
“Yes,” I chuckle, “You can give me a blow job. But only if you want. There is no pressure.”
“I want to. So can I just… go at it?” she asks, and I laugh at the innocent honesty in her tone.
“Yeah, go for it.” I watch as she grips my erection and gives it a few pumps before sticking her tongue out and licking the underside of my shaft. “H-holy shit!” I gasp, gripping the arm of the futon. Her eyes meet mine, and I watch in awe as she slips my head past her soft lips. “Indy,” I whimper out when her tongue flicks over my tip.
“Ah! God!” The moan is anything but manly. Staring back down at her, I frown and pull her back for a moment, but to her annoyance.
“Derek,” she whines, and I hold my finger up so I can reach over and grab a pillow and hand it to her.
“I can’t have you down there, giving me pleasure while your knees are pressing into the hardwood, Darlin’.” She gives me an appreciative smile before getting onto the pillow and starting again.
She continues the most tortuous blow job of my life as she slowly explores every part of my cock. At this point, I’m so on edge and in need of release that it’s taking everything I have not to ram my cock down her throat and make her gag on my come. She pops me out of her mouth again while staring up at me in what I’m guessing is annoyance. I don’t really know. And, as dickish as it sounds, I don’t care. I need to come. I can’t think of anything else, and I’m going to fucking lose it.
“Okay, this is the second time now that this has happened. Why aren’t you grabbing my head and thrusting into my mouth like when I watch porn?”Okay, I might care a little about what she’s thinking.
“Huh?” I pant out, trying to gain composure. “Darlin’, baby… I am a large man. I don’t want to hurt or scare you. I’m just trying to let you figure it out. Though, for the sake of honesty, if you don’t stop teasing me and just let me come, I am going to freak the fuck out.” A devious smile plays on her lips as she grips my poor cock and flicks the underside of my head with the tip of her tongue. “Fuckk…” I cry out in pleasure and frustration.
“Maybe if you freak the fuck out,” she murmurs while running her hand over my balls. “You will ram your cock down my throat and make me cry like I want.” My eyes ignite as I stare at her.
“Don’t. Fucking. Tease. Me.” I warn slowly as I stand up before sitting her on the futon.
“I’m not,” she murmurs. “Come in my mouth Derek, make me gag, ruin my makeup and make my eyes water. Ruin me for every other man.” My knees nearly go weak at her words.
“For someone so sweet and innocent,” I growl out while gripping her hair and putting her at the head of my cock. “You certainly have a filthy fucking mouth.” I slide my cock into her mouth and roll my eyes in pleasure at the warm, wet feeling. I give her a small, barely there thrust, and she gags. It shouldn’t be that hot, but it is. What’s hotter is her nodding, asking for it again.
“Pinch my thigh, and I’ll stop,” I grunt, as I slowly move in and out of her mouth. She alternates between gagging and moaning as tears roll down her cheeks while she stares up at me. “God, you’re beautiful,” I groan, feeling my balls tighten. “Indy, you are doing such a good job.” I pant, my thrusts getting faster and erratic. “You’re making me… oh god, you’re making me feel so good. That’s a good girl, keep going.” I see the excitement in her eyes at my words, and it’s too much. “I’m gonna come, Darlin’.” I say as a last warning to move. She doesn’t, and I cry out her name as I shoot my load down her delicate throat.
My body is actually shaking as I come down from my orgasm. I sit beside her on the futon, eyes wide and breath ragged as she curls up against my half-naked body. I’ve never felt this way after a fucking blow job. I want to hold, kiss, and be one with her. Over a fucking blow job.
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Me: Did you really change your name on my phone?
Little Darlin: Come Again
Little Darlin: That’s what she said
Little Darlin: Sorry… Janie is rubbing off on me
Me: How did you get into my locked phone?
Little Darlin: What, like it’s hard?
Little Darlin: You do realize that the phone isn’t actually locked if there isn’t a passcode, right? I went to look at the time, it was unlocked, and I saw my name as “Indy”... You can’t call me by my name! I am always Little Darlin’, Darlin’, or Baby Girl. There are zero other options.
Little Darlin: Except when you are screaming out my name in the throes of passion. Then it’s acceptable.
Me: It is 6:47 in the damn morning, we were up until three fucking. How are you this much on your shit already?
Little Darlin: *coffee emoji* plus, I’m in my twenties.
Me: Youth is wasted on you brats.
