Page 73 of Sweeter Than Fiction

She uses her other hand to help take it out of my pants. As she stares at my hard shaft, I watch her nervously swallow the lump in her throat.

I don’t say anything but just let her decide where she wants this to go from here. After hearing the story she told me about her past experience with giving head, I don’t want to do anything to push her. She leans forward, giving a soft kiss to the head.

I make eye contact with her to let her know that I like everything that she’s doing. She must feel a little more brave because she takes her tongue and circles the tip.

“Mmm, Abby,” I moan.

“Will you tell me if I’m doing this wrong?” She asks.

“Baby, you have my cock in your mouth. I’m not about to complain about how you do it.”

She pops the head into her mouth and teases it a little before taking a little bit of me down her throat. She goes slow, trying to gauge what she can handle and at what point it becomes too much.

My eyes stay fixed on her as she slowly bobs up and down. She may not think she’s good at this, but damn. I think it feels amazing.

Wanting to get a better view, I use one hand to push her hair out of her face and hold it back.

The moment she feels my hand on her head, her entire body tenses up. Her apprehension radiates off of her.

“Hey,” I say. “Look at me.”

She slowly removes my cock from her mouth before her eyes find mine.

“I’m not forcing you to do anything. You can do as much or as little as you want. I’m just holding your hair back so that I can get a better view. You run this show, I promise.”

That gets a little smile out of her before she angles my cock to slide it back into her mouth.

I hold her hair but make sure not to control her movements at all. I don’t want to do anything to make her feel uncomfortable.

Trusting me a little more by the second, she starts quickening her pace and adding her hand to the mix. I can’t stop watching the show. I don’t know that I could pull my eyes away from the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her mouth even if I wanted to.

She takes me further down her throat than she had previously and then releases me with a loud pop. I can tell she’s trying different things to see what I like the best. She surprises the shit out of me when she moves her head down a little and runs her tongue along my balls.

“Holy fucking shit,” I hiss through my teeth. “Good girl.”

My words seem to ignite her even more. After her reactions to my good girl comments, I’m beginning to think that my girl has a praise kink.

Her hand keeps stroking me up and down while she tongues my balls. I could get used to this.

I don’t need her to deepthroat it or do anything crazy. She could do it like this all night long, and I would be happy.

Actually, that’s not true.

I won’t be happy until I make her come. There’s no way I’m getting off before she does.

I gently pull on her hair so that she looks up at me. “Come here, beautiful.”

I guide her into my lap, and she looks at me. “Did I do something wrong? Did you not like it?”

I press my lips to hers to give her a bit of reassurance. “No, that was amazing. But I want to make you feel good, too.”

“Oh, yeah?” She grins.

“Tell me what you want, Abby. I’ll give you anything.”

She thinks for a minute, and I can see her having an internal battle with herself.

Finally, she says, “I want you to go down on me.”

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