Page 95 of Twisted Revelations

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he declared, serious. I’d been without sex so long, that looking at him had me ready to cum. I maintained a firm hold, moving my hands up and down, making his teeth sink into his bottom lip.

“Do you really think I want to stop? No way,” I responded, glancing up at him. My gaze fell back to the magnificent wonder of the world cupped in my palms. He had enough to break me in two if he tried, but I couldn’t have been luckier if I’d planned it. After the drought I’d been in, one night with him would create an ocean across my desert.

This was the first time I’d been hypnotized by a man’s dick, my mouth inching closer like I was going in for a long-awaited kiss. I was ready to say “hello” and “pleased to meet you” with my mouth and tongue. In my eagerness, I hadn’t even allowed him a chance to get out of his shirt.

When I eased the tip into my mouth and widened my tongue to lap at the underside, a harsh moan left his lips and his body tensed. Bulging thigh muscles sprang up, and his ivory skin pulled taut in places, giving me a show while I performed.

His hands remained at his sides, balled into tight fists. I eased him from my mouth and glanced up after I placed a sweet kiss to the tip that caused him to jump.

“Luke, touch me. I want your hands all over me.” My decency was being devoured by lust and my long overdue need to chase satisfaction.

At my words, his fingers uncurled. A firm hand gripped my shoulder, and the other started at the front of my hair and tangled its way into a tight grip I liked. If I had anything to say about it, I was about to sweat my fresh perm out in one night.

The more of him I eased into my mouth, the tighter his grip grew on my hair. His member tickled my tonsils, and I’d not made it to the halfway point. My slick hand movements massaged the rest of him, ensuring I didn’t leave anything untouched.

I’d become a scientist studying my subject with vigor and eager intensity. I gave my throat a good workout, tongued his balls, palmed them and licked and sucked to my satisfaction. My lips kissed and caressed the velvety skin of his shaft before I tongue-kissed the head that leaked his sweet juices.

His dick was so heavy that my mouth, throat, and hands were getting the ultimate workout, but the strong force of lust and the tingling sparks of desire kept me hungry.

Like I’d expected, it didn’t take long before his body started to shiver, and his harsh moans grew more intense. “Ah. Shit. Beverly!” he yelled as his body started to tremble. I waited for the flow of his warm cum, anticipating how delicious it would taste when it coated my tongue. However, right before I got my taste, he attempted to jerk away, but I dug my fingers into his muscular thighs and kept him in place.

I believe I moaned louder than him when the first sweet taste flowed into my mouth and enticed me to suck harder and lap up every drop. When I finally released him, he fell back onto the bed, making it creak under his impacting weight. With his eyes clamped tight, he fought to take in oxygen as his chest bobbed hard and fast to keep time with his rushed breathing.

A knowing smile touched my lips as I stood before sitting next to him, rubbing his back. My skills were rusty, but it pleased me he’d enjoyed it. His head was bowed, and his shaking hands were up to his forehead like he was crying. I edged closer, eager for any contact as my hands stroked his solid hot body.

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