Page 106 of The Loathing

“Huh?” his brows pinch.

“Teach me to pleasure you…” my eyes bat down.

“Oh baby,” he groans, tightening his grip round me as he backs me against the wall, his hips pressing into me, his tongue sweeping past my lips and I moan into his mouth, my hands clutching his face, my fingers linking behind his head.

“Teach me,” I whisper, one of his fingers travelling underneath me as he rubs my clit through my shorts.

“Are you sure?” he rasps, his hand clutching my cheeks between his thumb and finger and I nod.

Letting me down slowly, my feet finally touch the floor and I place my hands on Titus’ chest, pushing him back towards the sofa, our lips still locked. My hands skim down his hard, toned body as I grab the hem of his tee, but he beats me to it. His hand reaches behind him, grabbing the collar of his tee and pulling it over his head in one, swift move. And fuck. It was hot as fuck.

Not that I have much to go on, but.

A slow smile creeps onto his lips, his eyes heated and my hands are back on his warm skin and I feel the spark shoot through my fingertips.

My fingers glide down to his trousers and my fingers fumble with the button of his jeans. Tugging them down slightly, the nerves crash through me and my hands tremble slightly. His large hand wraps round my delicate wrist, my face lifting, my eyes widening.

“Slow baby, don’t panic. Take your time,” he leans forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips and I feel myself instantly relax.

I push him back and he falls into the sofa, and I let my eyes roam down his body, my eyes glisten when I see his hard cock bulging in his boxers. I slowly drop to my knees, grabbing my hair and putting it up in a high, messy bun.

“You look so god damn pretty on your knees,” his voice is low and his hand reaches forward, gripping my chin as his tongue runs across his full bottom lip. “Nice and slow Little Red,” he whispers, leaning forward so he can kiss me once more.

He leans back, his burning ice blue eyes on me the whole time, the apex between my thighs aching and I can feel my knickers getting wetter as the seconds go on.

Wrapping my fingers in the side of his boxers, I tug them down and my mouth dries when his hard cock springs from his boxers, resting on his lower stomach.

My lips part and I am trying to work out just how it is going to fit. I ignore my internal fear and keep lowering his boxers before I pull them off his ankles and nestle myself back between his legs.

I reach forward slowly, then let my fingers trace up and down the underneath of his beautiful cock.

“Wrap your fingers round me baby,” he ushers, and I do as he asks, wrapping my fingers round his length and I watch him wince. “Not that tight, you’ll strangle him,” he chuckles, and I instantly let go feeling humiliated. “Little Red,” he sighs, sitting up and taking my hand. “Let me show you,” his hand guides mine back and I wrap my fingers round him once more, but not as hard this time.

“Glide your hand up and down baby,” his hand sits over mine as he slowly moves mine. “Fuck, that’s it,” he lets go and sits back, his head tipping back as he groans.

I continue at the pace he showed me, not sure whether to speed up or stay as I am. I watch as a bead of cum sits on his thick head, leaning forward my tongue swipes across as I taste him for the first time and my cheeks flame.

Letting my hand sit at the base of his length, I part my lips and push them round the tip of him, before letting my lips slide down his velvety cock, taking as much of him as I can before pulling him back out.

“That felt so good,” he moans, “do it again,” he lifts his hips slightly and I do it again, my fingers still firmly wrapped round him. “Yes Twilight, fuck,” he pants, his head dipped as he watches me and I feel the heat swarm between my legs, my stomach knotting as I try and ignore the desire that is burning through me.

My hand begins to move in rhythm with my mouth and I can’t get enough of him.

I look up at him through my lashes and something in him snaps, his large hand moves forward, gripping onto my messy hair and holds me still as he lifts his hips, his cock slipping to the back of my throat as he fucks my mouth.

“I need you Little Red, so fucking bad,” he lets me go, my heart is thrashing in my chest and my knickers are soaked, my pussy aching. “Look how much of a good girl you are, sucking my cock so well,” I moan round him, my eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

He grabs me and lifts me onto his lap, his warm, hard cock sitting right where I so desperately need him.

I move my hips slowly, trying to relieve a little of the ache when Titus’ hands cup my face, moving my lips towards his and I let my tongue dance with his.

My hand falls slowly and lands between my legs and I begin rubbing against my clit through my denim shorts but it’s not nearly as satisfying as I need it to be.

“Take them off,” Titus growls and I hop from his lap, standing in front of him as I unbutton them and slowly shimmy myself out of them and let them pool at my feet. “Sweet Jesus,” his eyes roam over me and my whole body tingles. Reaching up, I take my hair from its bun and let it fall, cascading down past my ribs.

Standing in just a cropped tee and my white lace thong.

“Look how wet you are, did you like sucking my cock Little Red?” he licks his upper lip and I clench my pussy.

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