Page 51 of Pretty Black

His smile was lazy, and I knew he was joking. “No, I want you just like this. All sweaty and mine.”

“Please,” I whimpered into his lips.

He leaned down and kissed me. Soft. So soft. Barely there. “I want your mouth on my cock.”

“Yes,” I hissed, biting his lip.

He was already opening his pants. I watched the way he took himself in hand, fingers around his thickness. My mouth watered. He put a hand on my shoulder, shoving me to my knees but not backing off, keeping me against the wall. My insides stirred with arousal as I took him into my mouth. So eager. I met his eyes as he slid between my lips, gentle, loving, feeding me his arousal. My lips closed around him, sucking, twisting my tongue, reveling in the bliss of him being inside me.

It made me want more. Something I swore I’d never let happen, but the closer we got, the more I thought about letting him fuck me. How safe I felt with him. How good I knew it would feel. I ached behind my jeans, and I quickly had my dick out, rolling my fingers over it as he fucked my mouth.

“Get up here.” Caspian dragged me to my feet, mouths clashing, our cocks sealed between us, rubbing together, sticky and slick with my saliva.

He left me utterly speechless, a puddle of whimpering need. I wasn’t sure how he always did it, but he left me desperately in love. I knew I’d never get over it.

High off the oxygen, I breathed from his lungs.

He pulled me towards the sofa, flipping us around to push me to a seat. He didn’t stop kissing me as he pulled off my shoes, then my skinny jeans. He stripped off his then found packs of lube from a dispenser on the wall. I laughed as he coated my dick with it. I guess this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for rock stars.

He climbed into my lap, reaching behind him to direct me towards his hole. He broke the kiss, and I chased his lips, but he stopped me with his fingers. “I want to watch.”

“Watch what?” I asked as he eased the first inch of me inside him.

He pushed his fingers into my mouth. “Your expression while you enter me.”

I gasped as he sat, lowering down inch by inch, eyes fixed on mine. I sucked his fingers, a little confused by the slowness. We were in our early twenties and hungry for one another. Sex was never slow. But he took his time settling all the way on me. Filled. Only then did he withdraw his fingers and put his lips over mine.

“I’m not going to let you come fast.”

“No?” I asked, cock throbbing.

“No. I’m in control today. I’m going to do whatever I want.”

If I’d close, his words alone would have pushed me over the edge.

“Fuck Caspian.”

“You like when I tell you what to do.”

I nodded. “Yes.”

He rocked like he was rewarding my words. “I can tell. Stroke me.”

I did as he asked, wrapping my hand around his cock.

His rut picked up, lifting a little to slam down on me again.

I whimpered.

He grinned, putting his hand around my throat. “I love the sounds you make. So angelic, my pretty black.”

“I can tell.” He squeezed my base, drawing out the twist of his hand nice and slow. “I love how much you leak for me.” I played with his pre-cum with my thumb, swirling it around his head, then down his shaft.

“I can’t help it. You make me so fucking horny.”

“I love it.” I basked in it.

“I love you,” he said, claiming his mouth again.

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