Page 125 of Green Flag
It was twitching at my words and I grinned.
“So, this is it then,” I said, sighing melodramatically and staring at just how bloody big he was. I’d touched him before, I’d felt the length of his cock against my clit, edging my pussy, but I’d never had the time toseehim.
He was massive. Not just long down his thigh but girthy like a damn pipe.
“I can’t promise it will be any good. Men have only ever fucked my throat before. Very little needed from me.” And that wouldn’t fit down my throat unless I dislocated my jaw.
He bent and lifted my chin to look at him. “It’s almost like you forget that just the thought of your pretty lips around my cock would make me come.”
“Calm down, let’s not have you coming in your shorts again. Wouldn’t want that dripping down your leg in the ring.”
He looked around helplessly, grip still on my jaw. “There’s no towels, there’s no—”
“I’m going to swallow every drop, don’t you worry.” The confidence was fake.Fake it until you make it, as Luca had said.
And I pulled down his shorts and boxers in one go, so his huge cock sprang free and nearly whipped me in the face.
“Hey buddy, it’s been a hot minute, hasn’t it?”
Both that the last minute had got me hot and bothered and that it had been a while since I’d seen him.
Luca chuckled, shaking his head, but his voice was as hard as his cock. “You really want this? Here and now? I won’t be able to hold back—”
My eager nod cut him off and he pushed forward, pressing his cock to my lips and drawing his pre-cum onto them like lip gloss. I had to hold myself back from letting my tongue follow the brush of his cock.
“You look so pretty with my cum on your lips,” he mused, stroking my hair back as I looked up at him. “Taste it.”
My lips tingled.
“Taste it, Everly.” The rough demand ran up my spine.Yes, sir.
With one slow, thorough swipe of my tongue, I managed to get it all. His breath caught as he watched, deep blue eyes watching every move.
“Spit on it.”
Instead, I grabbed his length and fisted him, making sure my ring finger with his number was visible from his all-seeing birds eye view. Because if that was what had made his cock hurt, it might have given him the same buzz it did me when I requested it from my nail tech.
And though the number seemed like a willing branding on me, for this moment, I owned him.
“Spit?” I asked. “I don’t think so.”
I pressed a kiss to the tip of his head that had spent many minutes rubbing against my clit.
His cock twitched against my touch.
“Spit on it,” he repeated, more forcefully. “You can’t do it wrong.”
Why was my worry phlegm? How did you spit?
“Let it build up in your mouth and then dribble it on my cock, Everly. I know you’re already salivating at the thought of it.” I didn’t respond to his cocky words. “You’re going to be a good girl and make me come in the next…” He looked around with half-closed eyes and sighed when he found a clock. “Seven minutes.”
I fisted him harder, amused by how long each movement took to get from the hilt to the head.
“Please, Everly.” His voice was rough as grit.
And then I did it. I let the saliva that had built up in my mouth dribble onto his shaft. He grunted as his head fell back. “Swirl your tongue around the head.”
I took an inch of him in my mouth, wrapping my tongue around him as if he were a lolly.
