Page 102 of Panther's Magpie
He pulls his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor. Then he kicks off his boots before unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to the floor.
I don’t even know why the man owns boxers. I have literally never seen him wear them. Or maybe that’s a current development because of me.
Either way, I salivate at the sight of his cock jutting out from him. He’s hard, and there’s a little bead of precum on the tip. What’s most shocking, though, is the Prince Albert piercing through the head. It’s then I realize that this is the first time I’ve ever seen his cock. I’ve felt it but never had the chance to explore it.
Fuck, that’s hot.
“I knew you’d like that, Magpie. Always attracted to the shiny things.”
He’s not wrong. Even now it’s beckoning me. Ever since he shoved the mixture of our arousal in my mouth out in the woods, I have been dying for another taste of him. This new development only has me wanting that even more.
Falling to my knees, I look up at him.
“God, this is a dream come true. You have these big brown eyes that look so innocent,” he tells me, cupping my face as he caresses it.
That only encourages me. Leaning forward, I suck the head into my mouth, letting my tongue play with the tip. I can hear the jewelry clink on my teeth. I love the sound.
I’ve only given a couple of blow jobs in my life, but I’ve read plenty of articles and books about them.
I want this to be good for him.
Slowly, I take more and more of his length into my mouth. I gag a little as I make it further back, but I don’t stop. I breathe through it and focus on how much my pussy aches. Reaching between his legs, I gently caress his balls.
He moans out, his hand tangling in my hair. “So good. Your mouth should be illegal.”
His praise only has me feeling hotter. Part of me wants to reach down and play with myself, but this is about him. I can wait for my pleasure.
Working up a good pace, I use my free hand to stroke the parts of him that I cannot fit inside while the other continuously plays with his balls. I can feel them tightening up, so I let one of my fingers sneak inside of my mouth on my next descent before sneaking it around between his legs. I don’t push it inside far, but enough to have him jerking forward.
It sets him off. I swallow each and every bit of his cum as it hits me in the back of my throat.
When he finally pulls away, he helps me to my feet, kissing my lips.
“What the fuck was that?” he mutters.
“Did it feel good?” I coyly ask.
He narrows his eyes. “You know it did. I’m a little shocked, though. I didn’t see that being something you would do.”
I shrug. “I still have some surprises left in me.”
“I plan to find out each and every one too,” he tells me as he grabs my hand, pulling me up the stairs behind him.
Once in his room, he turns to me. “Strip.”
I do as he asks, losing my clothes. When he leads me to the bed, I follow his lead.
“I’m going to eat this pussy, then I’m going to fuck it.”
He isn’t asking. He is telling. I love this side of him. Sure, the sweet side is good too, but this dominant side always has my pussy aching for him.
I don’t respond to him. He isn’t waiting for one. Instead, I spread my legs for him.
He doesn’t waste any time. He kneels between them, eating my pussy like he is a starving man. My fingers curl into the comforter as he brings me closer and closer to pleasure. By the time I finally come, my fingers ache from holding on so hard.
He doesn’t stop there, though. He never stops at one.
Before him, I am not sure I ever truly had a real orgasm before. With him, I have multiple every time we come together like this. I have no idea how to deal with the feelings it brings forth inside of me. All I can do is be along for the ride.
