Page 109 of Grounded
"Yes, you can."
I moan loudly, on the verge of completely losing all willpower and self-control as my body is hit with adrenaline.
Theo cups his other hand over my mouth as I disobey him by screaming out his name.
It's the best orgasm of my life. More amazing than the first, which I thought was impossible.
I'm not in the backseat of his Mustang. I'm in another dimension, hovering outside my body as I'm revived by his touch.
Once the feeling washes over me, I'm ravenous.
Theo's belt buckle is already in my hand and I'm opening his pants like I deserve this gift.
"What are you doing?" he questions, but I hear the hope in his voice.
He's solid even through his clothes. His pants are tight as they try to conceal an impressive erection I soon get to taste.
"Amelia… Are you sure—"
My fingers wrap around his impressive length as I get an eyeful.
This is better than Christmas morning.
Pre-cumisalreadyonthe tip, and Amelia glides her tongue over it and tastes me.
I shudder involuntarily as I witness the hottest thing I've seen in my lifetime. Amelia is bent down over my lap, ready to swallow me in that sexy mouth of hers.
"It's been a while since I've done this," she admits. "You'll need to tell me what you like."
"You don't have to," I remind her, despite wanting this more than anything.
My dick twitches at the thought of not accepting this rare moment of pleasure from the woman I want it from most.
And instead of replying with she "wants to," or "needs to," she covers me whole and nearly chokes.
It's a dream I replayed in my teenage years. A recurring fantasy that would plague me for hours upon waking up. Her mouth over me, enjoying it, begging to swallow my load.
And here she is now, not a dream, not an illusion, wrapping her lips around me as she welcomes me with an open mouth.
Some classmates walk past the car, but I can't talk. No one notices the classic car backed into its parking spot, let alone the man in the backseat having all his fantasies come true.
I've wanted Amelia to lust after me my whole life, and here she is, savoring and sucking me up. My tip hits the walls of her throat, and my head dips backward as her lips reach the base of my lap.
I always assumed she was a prude when it came to oral sex. But here she is, deep-throating me and keeping up with my forceful rhythm like she'd gladly give up breathing for this.
She stops abruptly, looking up at me with glistening eyes.
"Are you sure you don't want to fuck me right now?" she pleads.
"Oh fuck, of course I do."
Her lips are beginning to swell as she gives me a wicked smile.
"What's stopping you?" she asks, stroking me while looking me in the eyes.
Her thumb plays with my tip as I suppress a powerful moan.
"Amelia… if you don't put your mouth back on me, I'm going to fuck you raw. You can't handle that tonight."
