His eyes go wide, shocked at how I’m taking control, and he gives a small nod. He parts his legs, and I move to the space between them. I pull his waistband down and his cock springs free.
Holy shit. What did I just get myself into?
He’s huge. I’m embarrassed to admit that I’m not as experienced as the women I’m sure he’s used to. Anthony is the only man I’ve ever been with until recently, and I don’t want to bring that up now. He doesn’t deserve space here.
I keep the insecurity off my face when I grab Asher at the base and give him a few firm strokes. He hisses and drives his hips into my hand.
Tossing my self-doubt aside, I ask, “What if I don’t want to use my hands either?”
He pauses and smirks. “As you wish, Princess.”
Narrow my eyes, I chide, “You really need to stop calling me that.” Then I lick the underside of his shaft. He groans loudly, and my nervousness disappears.
I’ve only done this a handful of times before, but I find that I enjoy this with Asher. And I want to explore more.
Running my tongue across the tip, his cock jerks and I smile. I continue to lick slowly until I have him begging. Wetness floods my panties from my core as I revel in his taste.
“Open your mouth, Baby.”
I can’t answer him, so I just quirk my brow.
“Please, Princess.”
My core grows wet, so I open and take as much of him as I can into my mouth. His tip bumps the back of my throat, and I gag.
“Breathe through your nose and relax your throat.”
Determined to make him wild, I do as he says, and the tip of his cock slips past my gag reflex. My head bobs up and down in his lap as I suck him in and out. His moans grow deeper, and I peer up at him through my tear-lined lashes. He’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing in his world. My heart swells as tears leak out of the corners of my eyes. I may be on my knees, but I’m in charge.
I release him with apop, grab his hand, and bring it to the back of my head. “Fuck my mouth. I want to choke on your fat cock.”
“Shit. You’re perfect, Princess.” Then Asher gathers my hair in his fist and tugs, guiding my mouth back down toward his hard length. He drags his tip across my bottom lip, and my tongue slides out to get another taste of him and lap at the bead of precum.
“Are you sure?”
My head snaps up and I look him directly in the eye. “Shut up, Asher.” Then I dip my head and take him all the way to the back of my throat.
Asher’s hips snap up impulsively. “Shit.” He pounds away in my mouth, making it almost impossible for me to keep up, but I keep sucking and licking which continues to make him go crazy. I rub my thighs together, seeking any amount of friction, but I’m still left wanting. Tears stream down my face as I look up at him again.
“Are you wet, Spencer?”
Unable to give a verbal reply, I nod.
“Then reach into your panties and touch your needy pussy.”
Slipping my hand inside, I find myself dripping. My fingers glide right through my folds. I flick my clit and let out a breathy moan.
“That’s it. Keep going. Use your fingers to make yourself come.”
Doing just as he says, I plunge two fingers inside my core and quickly find that spot that never fails to quickly bring me to the edge.
“Tap my thigh, Baby, if you don’t want me to cum down your throat. This is the only warning I’m giving you because that perfect mouth has me so fucking close.”
In answer, I squeeze his thigh with my free hand and double my efforts. Before I know it, ropes of cum are jetting out of him, and I do my best to swallow them down. At the same time, my release hits me, causing my whole body to tense and shake from my orgasm.
When I’ve swallowed the last drop, Asher lifts me up his body. “Damn you and your sexy as fuck mouth.” Then he slams his lips to mine and tastes himself on my tongue. I moan into his mouth and kiss him back with all the pent-up emotion I’ve suppressed for days. His hands go straight to my ass and grip it hard.
The kiss is lazy and lust-drunk. Eventually, I slow down and pull away. Biting my lip, I glance to the side. “I didn’t like that look in your eyes.”