Page 96 of He Should Be Mine
With a wistful sigh, I drop my gaze back down to his divine thigh. But something else catches my attention.
The very noticeable bulge.
Sweet Jesus. Dario is hard just from thinking about pulling over. This is the best day ever. Talk about validation.
“Okay, Duckling, don’t pull over,” I say as inspiration strikes. “I can give you a good time in here.”
His jaw ticks. Fully half of his hands are white now from how hard he is holding onto the wheel.
I reach over and start unbuckling his belt.
“Molly,” he growls in warning.
“Dario,” I tease.
I keep working on his belt. He keeps both hands on the wheel. He doesn’t push me away.
I’m feeling giddy now. All my blood has run south. I’m trembling with desire and excitement.
Slowly, carefully, I unzip his fly. The sound is obscenely loud. Dario doesn’t stop me. His nostrils are flaring. His eyes are fixed straight ahead. But he is acutely aware of what I am doing.
I slip my hand through the fly of his boxers and gently pull out his cock.
Oh fuck me. It is a thing of perfection. I love everything about it. Thick and long and darker than the rest of him. There is a vein running along it that matches the one on his hand and now I will never ever be able to look at his hand without thinking about his cock and that’s a very nice problem for future-me to have.
“Please let me blow you,” I whisper.
I’m lucky I didn’t gurgle around all the saliva pooling in my mouth. I’m drowning in my own drool here. I need Dario’s cock in my mouth like I have never needed anything else before.
His Adam’s apple bobs. He nods. Barely perceptible, but it is there.
Thank the lord.
And I have no idea why I’ve suddenly become so religious. I guess that is what being trapped in an incredible car with a gorgeous man does to you.
I fill my lungs, because it might be the last oxygen I get for a while, and then I go in. It’s awkward with a seatbelt, but I’m not letting a paltry thing like physics stop me.
My lips reach Dario’s magnificent cock. My tongue rolls out and I lap him up. Salty, clean, Dario.
My eyes roll back and I moan.
Now I’m feasting. Running my tongue over every inch of him. Exploring. Mapping and learning.
He is growing even harder under my attentions. He is leaking too, so it is only polite to lick that up as well.
Fuck, he tastes so good. This really is heaven.
I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, and I suckle. He groans and the sound nearly makes me cum in my panties.
I suck, lick, and caress. Slowly, slowly, I work my way down his cock, taking more and more of him into my mouth. Letting my lips roll down him.
I want to draw this out for as long as possible because who knows how long it is going to be until I next get to do this. I need to stuff the memory bank full. Replenish the wank bank.
I work Dario’s cock with all the best of my skill until he is all the way down my throat and my nose is buried in his dark, neatly trimmed pubes.
He grunts and his cock throbs in my mouth. Here it comes. He is about to blow his load.
Suddenly, his hand twists in my hair. Fuck. He is going to pull me off. But before I can whine, he shoves me down even deeper and holds me in place. I can’t breathe. My eyes are watering. It is incredible.
