Page 91 of Captivated By Danger

“Does that feel good, Sir?” I whispered.

“Yes, Ms. Greysen,” he responded lowly.

I nibbled on his earlobe some more before licking behind his ear. His dick jumped against my stomach. Being bold, I hooked my fingers in his briefs, pulling them down just enough to release his dick. The grunt he let out when I gripped his dick started to drown out the fears I had regarding taking over.

“Your dick is so big, Sir.”

The head of his dick oozed with pre-cum and I used that to stroke his dick one time.

“Shit.”

I moved away from his neck to look down at his dick. It was so fucking pretty, chocolate, beautiful mushroom-shaped head, and a long thick vein going down the center of his shaft. While I was admiring his dick, the cameras flashed. When I looked up at him, he was already staring down at me.

“Does… does that feel good, Sir?”

“Yes.”

I licked my lips before rubbing them across his right nipple, and then across his chest to his left one. The way he was breathing told me that he was turned on. I kissed my way down his abs until I was on my knees, face to face with his dick. I licked away the little bead of pre-cum sitting in the tip of his dick before taking the head of the head in my mouth. Looking up at him, I inched down slowly until half his dick was in my mouth. I pulled back, popping his dick out of my mouth. The cameras flashing suddenly turned me into someone else. I took his dick in my mouth, relaxed my throat, and pushed as much of his dick in my mouth as I could. Water formed in my eyes, getting ready to fall down my face.

“Fuck, Ms. Greysen,” he groaned.

I moved back and spit on his dick, before forcing myself to swallow his dick whole. When the head of his dick pushed past my tonsils, I gagged so hard I thought I was about to throw up, so I pulled back to catch my breath. My chest heaved up and down. Diesel grabbed my chin, making me look up at him.

“Good fucking girl. That’s the sound I want to hear. Your face though…” he rubbed his thumb slowly around my lips. “It could be messier than this.” He pinched my cheek. “Your face could be redder.”

The cameras flashing reminded me that I was in my own personal porn scene, and I needed to act like everyone in the world would see that film. When he guided my head back to his dick, I took him deep in my mouth, gagging again.

“Fuck.”

I found my rhythm and started deep-throating him like I did it as a profession. As soon as the cameras flashed, I looked up at him. His low eyes, flaring nostrils, and slightly parted lips told me that he was in heaven. The more I sucked him, the wetter my mouth got. Spit bubbles were collecting at the base of his dick, making the sound louder.

“You nasty slut, you.” he hissed.

My pussy throbbed and my cheeks burned. My jaws were sore, but I’d come too far to give up now.

“Keep sucking it. Just like that.”

The more I sucked him, the wetter I got. I didn’t have on panties, so my juices saturated my shorts.

“You look so fucking sexy sucking my dick, Ms. Greysen.”

Water streamed down my face. My nose ran.

“Your mouth is so warm and fucking wet.”

I slowed my pace, and tightened my jaws, flicking my tongue under his shaft as I went up and down. His abs flexed, so I knew he was close, or trying to hold back, so I took that as a chance to grip his dick with both hands.

“Ms. Greysen,” he called my name like it was a warning.

I slowed even more and tightened my grip on his dick. He was blinking slow, as if he was trying to keep his composure.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m about to cum, Ms. Greysen. Open your mouth.”

I sat back and opened my mouth as wide as I could, letting my tongue hang out. He stroked his dick and skeeted a long stream of cum into my mouth.

“Agh fuck,” he grunted.

He stroked until he was empty. When he was done, he stared down at me, with the same expression he’d had at the club when he was done fucking me.

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