Page 92 of Pucking Wild

My hands are currently splayed on either side of me, bracing against the couch cushions like I’m readying for an earthquake. My right hand moves robotically, wrapping around my dick and I stroke myself, my eyes locked on her.

“Look at you.” She watches my hand stroke up and down. “How does it feel?”

“Like my hand is rough,” I reply through clenched teeth.

She leans over me, pressing between my legs until her face is floating above my dick. All I see is a sea of red curls. I flinch as I feel a cool drop of something touch the top of my dick.

“Work it in,” she says. “I want you wet.”

I stroke up my dick and groan, my head sinking back against the couch as I work her saliva over my tip. My entire body is firing with the need to come.

Not yet. Too soon. I need to last. Control.

She does it twice more and pretty soon my dick is slick with her saliva from root to tip. She sits back, watching me work myself, her gaze taking all of me in as she looks from my face to my chest, my dick, my arms. Every moment she watches, I feel my desperation mounting.

“Are you aching yet?” Those hazel eyes watch me lose control.

“Yes,” I grit out.

“Do you want my mouth, Ryan?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want it fast or slow?” she teases, using my words.

“Both.”

“Will you help me hold my hair back? I don’t mind if you get a little rough,” she adds. “If I need up for air, I’ll tap your leg twice, okay?”

Holy fuck. Up for air?

Both her hands go into her hair as she works her fingers through the curls, pulling it up to the top of her head. The movement puts her full breasts on display, her perky nipples pointed right at me. If I’m a king, she’s a fucking queen. She oozes confidence. She knows exactly what she wants, and I’m going to let her have it.

She holds her hair up with one hand, pressing in between my legs until her knees hit the base of the couch. She taps my hip with her free hand, and I shift down a little, reclining back against the cushions. “Take my hair, Ryan,” she directs.

My left hand sweeps up to wrap around hers at her crown. She slips her hand out and now it’s me holding her hair back so she can choke on my dick. It twitches in desperation, ready for her. Her hands smooth up my thighs one more time, and then she’s holding me at the base, her tongue teasing my tip. I groan, eyes shut tight, as her wet mouth sucks on my tip. I know this is just a tease. She’s barely getting started. I mutter a curse as she takes a little more of me into her mouth.

“Fuck, that feels good.” Both my hands are in her hair now, bracing her head as she bobs. She sucks and teases, fluttering her tongue.

“Mmm…” She hums against my tip, and I feel the vibrations shooting straight through me to my spine. “You taste good. I want you to give me more. Give me everything. I’m swallowing.”

Oh my fucking god, she has to stop talking.

Also, she better never fucking stop.

Both.

Neither.

I can’t fucking think—

“Let go,” she murmurs. “I feel you holding on so tight.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say, echoing her words from earlier, my hands soft in her hair.

She pulls back, glancing up at me. “You won’t. I refuse to succumb to death by dick. But I love the thrill of being used. Now, fuck my mouth the way you’re dying to, and come down my throat.”

“Fuck.” My hands tighten in her hair. “Suck it. Put it in your mouth. No more fucking talking.”

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