Page 35 of Cream Pie

I just keep going, bobbing my head and swirling my tongue around him, knowing full well he’s about to make me absolutely explode.

“You want my cum, baby girl?” he hisses. “Then take it, Amy. Take my fucking cum, baby.”

His cock throbs and twitches, his heavy balls jump in my hand, and suddenly, he’s exploding into my mouth.

I moan as the first thick rope blasts across my tongue—salty and sweet at the same time. His fingers plunge in and out of me, his thumb rubs my clit perfectly, and suddenly, I’m shattering for him.

I cry out in pleasure around his thick cock as the orgasm ripples through me. His cock spurts over and over, filling my mouth as I hungrily swallow his cum. More and more, he fills my little mouth until it’s dripping down my chin and running in little drips down his shaft.

His fingers push me from one climax into another, until I’m shaking so hard that I pull away from his cock. I whimper, coming one last time for him before I just collapse onto the bed, gasping for air.

Suddenly, he’s right there, somehow already behind me, pulling me into his chest and wrapping his muscled arms around me tightly. I turn slightly, looking at him over my shoulder, and before I know it, he’s leaning into kiss me.

“Wait,” I blush, pulling back. “I mean, you just... you know.” I make a face, and he smirks like he’s amused.

“What?”

“I mean, the taste? I thought guys didn’t... you know, after.”

He frowns, smiling. “Baby, you just let me come in that pretty little mouth. What sort of prick would get all bent out of shape about kissing you after?”

He growls and leans in, and this time, he kisses me slow and deep.

“You taste like us,” he growls quietly, before he kisses me again, and I melt into him.

And I just keep kissing him like that, until at some point, everything fades, and I sleep the best, deepest sleep I’ve ever slept.