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His hands settle on my waist, then slide to my hips.
“Still hungry?” he murmurs.
I grin. “Different craving.”
I pull his hand till he sits at the edge of the bed. I kneel and look up at him. My experience with oral sex is limited, to say theleast. But I’m dying to taste him, this man who is hotter than an underwear model and can whip up a killer sandwich to boot.
Is there a better combination? I think not.
Also, I’m curious. What would it be like to taste him? To give pleasure instead of receiving it?
“Tell me how you want it, Tristan.”
His nostrils flare. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. Teach me.” I lick the head of his cock where salty liquid pools. My fingers wrap around his thickness, the smoothness of skin a stark contrast to his rigid form.
He gently brushes hair away from my forehead. I lean down to take more of him in my mouth. He groans.
“That’s it, Ligaya. Grab it tight and wrap your mouth around the head. Yes, sweetheart, you’re taking me so good.”
I shift my position so I can dive downward, taking more of him.
“Fuck, that feels like heaven. Your tongue. Swirl your tongue. That’s it. What a good girl, choking on my cock and fucking loving it.”
I’ve never been called a good girl before.
Body:Me like!
Brain:I’d venture to guess years of academic validation and performance theater has left you with a praise kink.
“Am I doing it right, Tristan?” I whisper, my breath grazing his crown.
He fists my hair and pulls my head back. It isn’t rough, but there’s no hesitation in the gesture. I’m forced to look up at him. Although I’m lower, there’s no sense of helplessness. Knowing I can please him empowers me. It is also an unbelievable aphrodisiac.
“Am I pleasing you?”
Eyes blazing, it’s as if he can read my mind and knows exactly the roles I want us to play.
“You’re doing it perfectly. Even if it is too fucking big for your pretty lips. I love watching your mouth stretched wide. Does my cock hurt when I shove it deep, sweetheart?”
“It’s too big.”
“That’s because you turn me on so much. Only you can make me this damn hard.”
My body shivers with pleasure when he uses his grip to push my head downward again. I’m overwhelmed by his size but focus on relaxing my throat so I can take more of his girth. He continues to lavish me with praise. I’m so turned on, my nipples hurt. I roll my tongue around his head. Out of instinct, I suck hard till my cheeks hollow. Between pleasurable moans, Tristan tells me how much he loves my mouth. How good I make him feel.
“You like being praised, sweetheart? You like knowing how much you turn me on?”
I nod and swirl my tongue while taking him deeper and faster.
He groans and throws his head back. After a loud grunt that sounds like a heady mix of pleasure and frustration, he strokes my jaw in a silent order to stop.
“My turn. I want to reward you for being so perfect at sucking my cock.”
Tristan lifts me and strips me of my clothes. My back hits the bed, the cool sheets a shock to my heated skin.
In a blink, Tristan’s mouth is on my clit. The pleasure is quick and sharp.
