Page 88 of Best In Class
I pull back, letting his cock slip from my lips with a wetpop.I look up at him again.
His chest is heaving, his fists clenched at his sides. I can see the hunger in his eyes.
“More,” he orders. “Suck me off, Luna.”
I love it when he gets like this, dominating, commanding.
I take him deeper this time, my throat opening up to swallow him whole.
I can feel him hitting the back of my throat. I gag a little, but I don’t stop.
I love the way he fills me up, the way he moans my name like I’m the only thing that matters in the world.
“Touch yourself, baby.”
I use my free hand to unzip my jeans. I rub my clit through my panties.
“Are you wet?” he growls.
“Yes.”
His moves, pulls meoff of me.
“No. This is about you. I want this to be about you,” I plead.
He lets go.
I pick up the pace, bobbing my head up and down his cock, my lips tight around him, my tongue working every inch.
I can feel him getting closer. His hips buck uncontrollably, and I know he’s about to come.
I don’t stop.
I want to taste him.
I want to feel him explode in my mouth.
“Fuck, Luna.” His voice is rough. Desperate. “I’m gonna?—”
I don’t let him finish. I take him as deep as I can, and then I feel it—hot, thick ropes of cum shooting down my throat.
I swallow every drop, my tongue milking him for every last bit.
He’s shaking above me, his hands tangled in my hair. I can feel his legs trembling like he’s about to collapse.
When he finally pulls out, I sit back on my heels, licking my lips like a cat that got the cream.
He looks down at me, his chest still heaving, and there’s heat in his eyes, but also…love.
My pussy clenches.
He reaches down, pulling me to my feet, and then his mouth is on mine, kissing me like he’s trying to claim me all over again.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Stay the night,” I say.
“Yes.”
