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That’s a good sign, right?

He grabs my chin, his thumb grazing over my lips. “Will you wrap your beautiful lips around my cock?”

Heart pounding, I nod. I’ve never given a blowjob before, but for him, I’ll try.

With his fingers on my chin, he guides me forward, and my lips touch the tip of his cock. I put my tongue out and lick,getting my first taste. Salty, musky. Not unpleasant. I place a kiss on the head before taking him into my mouth, sucking gently.

“Just like that.” His hand strokes my hair, a sweet contrast to the depraved act I’m performing.

I take him deeper, trying to suppress my gag reflex. I’m really doing this. The second it’s too deep, I have to gag, and he withdraws.

“It’s okay.” I wipe the saliva away.

“Pinch my leg if it’s too much.”

Nodding, I lean forward again, taking him back between my lips.

I set a rhythm, stroking what I can’t fit in my mouth. His breaths come faster and faster. Guess it paid to read all those online articles.

“Relax your jaw, beautiful. Breathe through your nose.” He slides his hand into my hair, holding me in place as he starts fucking my mouth.

I oblige and let him set the pace. The sound of wet, sloppy sucking fills the air, along with his groans.

“Like you were made to suck my cock.”

His praise makes me bold. I’m not used to this. It’s a strange dichotomy, this simultaneous feeling of being in control yet surrendered. Drool drips down my chin, and I can’t breathe properly, but I’m not scared. No, far from it.

“Touch yourself,” he says between grunts.

My pussy throbs, empty and aching at his words. Why does this make me sohorny?

“I’m not going to repeat myself.”

I slide one hand between my legs, rubbing myself to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Will you swallow it all for me, beautiful?”

How do I even do that? I’ve never felt a man orgasm before, let alone been the cause of one.

With a growl, he pulls my head flush against him, spurting deep. Some of his cum drips out the corners of my mouth, and I struggle to swallow, breathe, everything, but just as I’m about to panic, he jerks out and angles my head up.

I swallow several times and breathe heavily through my nose before his thumb smears his cum all over my lips and back inside my mouth. Out of reflex, I suck his thumb, swirling my tongue before releasing it with a plop.

He stills, and I only can hear his ragged breathing.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask.

“No.” He draws me into a messy kiss by the neck. “I just can’t get enough of you.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. But I don’t want to come again until I’m inside you.” He shoves me back onto the bed. “And now, spread your legs for me.”

I lean back and spread my thighs. Somehow, I don’t feel ashamed this time. What is he thinking when he sees me like this? Does it turn him on?

The bed dips under his weight, and he rolls on top of me, the blunt tip of his erection pressing between my slick folds.

“You’re so wet.”

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