Page 60 of Sire
Suddenly, I’m thankful for porn. I wouldn’t know how to do this otherwise, and Sire seems to love it. He gazes down, his lips parted, his hips thrusting his dick into my tight, stroking grasp.
“You like this, Angel?” His voice sounds so guttural. “Do you like milking my thick cock?”
I swipe another drop from his tip and suck it off my finger for him to see. “I love your thick cock. Or is it your long dick?”
“Fuck, Wren, it’s both with you,” he pants. “It’s everything with you.”
“I want to suck you. I want you in my mouth.”
I lean down, hinging at my hips to put his tip in my mouth, but he huffs, “No. Not like that, Angel. It won’t be comfortable for you.”
I look up. “On my knees?”
He shakes his head. “You’re too petite. It won’t be the right angle.” He nods toward his bedroom. “On my bed. Sit on my bed.”
In five steps, I’m eagerly sitting on his bed while I watch him kick off his boxers.
Menacing and so manly, Sire stalks my way, and my pulse triples as confusing edges of fear and lust scrape at my insides. His cock juts so huge and hard, I’m afraid. I don’tknow what to do with it. What urge to listen to—want or worry—but then he cups my cheek, lifting my chin.
“We don’t have to do this, Wren. We can slow down. We can work up to this.”
It’s all I need to hear: decision made. “I’m so worked up and wet, Iwantto do this.”
“Show me.” He drags his thumb over my bottom lip. “Lift your dress, and pull your panties aside, and prove to me that your pussy is wet to suck my cock.”
I keep my eyes locked on his. It feels dirty and delicious, exposing my pussy to him. “See, my stallion?” It makes me bold. “See how wet my little pussy is to suck your big dick, Pastor Rutledge? Now, make me your dirty girl and put your thick cock in my virgin mouth and christen me with your cum.”
He fists his base, his other hand fisting my hair. “Goddamn Wren, don’t you ever find a filter for that filthy mouth.” He aims his tip at my lips. “Lick it. Now.”
Gazing up at him, I lick the creamy drop off his tip. His primal grunt is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Licking his crown, I explore his swollen penis like a lollipop. I don’t know the proper technique, but I love it because he looks evil and entranced.
“Now, open wider, Angel. Wrap those virgin lips around my tip and taste your first cock.”
I stretch my lips open, gliding them over his slick, salty, smooth tip. It’s new and naughty. Natural and not what I expected. I like it because I make him groan, “Oh, fuck, yes. That’s it. Look at your mouth full of your first cock. Such a pretty virgin face to fuck.”
I moan, rolling my eyes at his praise, at the pulse in my cunt. With one hand, I shamelessly play with myself. With my other hand, I eagerly wrap it around his shaft, right by mymouth, sealing it to my lips like I’ve seen in videos, and I do my best to please him.
“Fuck, Wren.” His grip in my hair tightens. “Fuck, my angel. You like sucking my dick, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp with spit webbed from my lips to his tip. “Yes, I like being dirty for you.” I pump my hand over his shaft, and he matches my tempo with his hand at his base. “Do you like watching me suck your dick, Pastor?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Do you like fucking my virgin mouth? It’s all yours to fill with your seed.”
“Goddamn, Wren,” he snarls, pumping his base faster.
“Come in my mouth.” I don’t know what’s making me feel this way. His desire or mine? Or both? But it’s overwhelming. “Please. Please let me taste your cum, Pastor.”
“Fuck, Angel.” He removes my hand from his shaft and guides it between his legs. “Here. Touch me here and you’ll make me come fast.” He presses my fingers to the tender spot behind his balls, close to his anus. “Rub right here. Like a massage. In firm circles.”
The moment I touch him there, pressing two fingers in circles, he groans, his right thigh shaking. The sudden power it gives me. The pleasure too. To control him. To please him. To have a massive man like him about to fall apart at the touch of my little fingers?
I wrap my other hand around his shaft and glide my lips over his tip, taking as much of him as I can without gagging.
“Oh fuck, Angel,” he grunts, watching me, his hands cupping my head. “Oh fuck, Wren, you’re making me come. That’s it. Take what you can. Let me fuck that virgin mouth. That’s right. Drool for me. Stretch those lips and cry. Moan and play with my ass and suck my dick, you sweet, dirty little thing.”
I’m lightheaded and lost to lust. I love this. I love the sight of him. I love watching his lips shake until he’s huffing and panting, “Fuck, Wren, fuck. Angel, you can’t swallow it all…”
