Page 68 of Marry Me, Right Now

“There is no way in hell we’re going out of this room with you looking like that,” he joked.

“Oh, we’re not leaving for a few minutes,” I said, taking his hand and leading him to the couch. I unfastened his belt, pulled his pants and shorts down, then motioned for him to sit.

His face was a gorgeous mixture of confusion and awe as he sat. “What’s up?” he asked with mock suspicion.

I knelt before him, leaning forward so that he could look straight down my dress to see I wasn’t wearing a bra. “I need to ask you a favor.”

“With my pants down? Sure,” he chuckled.

Reaching forward, I gently wrapped my hands around his shaft, pleased that he was stiffening quickly just from looking at me. Stroking him gently, I looked up, licking my lips.

“You see, I don’t have nearly enough practice giving blow jobs. It’s a life skill that all women should have.”

He shifted his hips down, relaxing into my hands. “Lesbians likely don’t need that skill.”

“Excellent point. But I feel that I should study this particular area in a bit more detail.” I ran my tongue around his thick head while staring up into his eyes. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” he grinned. His eyes were blazing and his voice was tight. It thrilled me that he was this excited.

His thickness swelled in my hands as I skimmed my fingers gently along his skin, wrapping my lips around the head, slipping him between my lips. His soft groan made me even bolder, and I leaned forward, enveloping most of his prick with my warm, wet mouth.

Working my hands and lips together, I glided up and down his cock, which had grown to a point where it seemed absolutely huge. With each stroke, I tried to take him a little further down my throat.

Unlike some guys who became rowdy and forceful, he stayed perfectly still, allowing me to experiment with speed and pressure. I was able to take long, gentle strokes, fluttering my tongue along the underside, and flicking around the curve at the tip where it seemed extra sensitive.

I noticed that he seemed to enjoy it when I squeezed the base a little more firmly, and when I used a light touch, then suddenly a bit more pressure.

His hand stroked my hair gently, not pulling at my head or changing my speed or intensity. “Mia, that feels perfectly amazing.”

I looked up at him, and he was positively beaming. Sucking harder, I could feel my cheeks pull inward.

Relaxing my throat, I breathed carefully through my nose as I took him deeper. My hands pressed harder, moving faster. His fingers clutched the back of my hair. Taking him a pinch further with each stroke, I pressed my lips firmly against his skin, trying to cover him completely. Increasing my pace, I could feel him begin to tense. His eyes were wild as he stared at me.

“Mia… I’m–”

“Mmm hmm,” I encouraged, swallowing as much of his luscious cock as I possibly could, moving more quickly until I was outright fucking him with my mouth. His breathing became strange, so I latched on harder.

He suddenly grabbed the back of my head, holding me still as he came, his shaft lurching in my mouth as he released warm, salty bursts of cum down my throat while he groaned loudly.

He released me quickly, seeming shocked. I swallowed hard, licking him lightly so that he could tuck himself away.

“I’m sorry I grabbed you like that,” he said quietly, falling back against the couch.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand dramatically and grinned, genuinely proud of myself. “I liked it. Seemed like that was rather intense.”

Jacob nodded. “Uh huh.” His eyes were glazed and his breathing was still a bit rapid.

I stood up, smoothing my dress. “I’ll just fix my lip gloss, then we can go.”

Returning in a few moments after using mouthwash and freshening up, Jacob was standing by the door, grinning so wide I would have thought he had just won the lottery. Although on second thought, that wouldn’t be as much of a big deal to him as it was to some people.

He grabbed me as if to kiss me, then frowned. “Stupid lip gloss.” His lips trailed down my throat as he stroked my back softly. The heat between us was growing, and I was about to pull him to the bed when he straightened me up.

“Mia, you always impress me. But that was incredible.” He winked. “You little liar. You certainly don’t need any practice.”

“Actually,” I said, feeling my cheeks flush, “That was only my second attempt.”

“Well, damn,” he said, leading us to the door. “In that case, let’s have you practice every day. I’m happy to make the sacrifice.” We laughed all the way to dinner.

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