Page 99 of Stags

“Because you’re not really being very instructive for someone who’s supposed to be teaching me,” she teased.

“Yeah, you’re doing fine,” he said.

She stroked him, and he seemed to get even harder and huger.

He let out a noisy breath and shuddered, looking down at her. “You have no idea how hot this is right now. You just don’t even know.”

She eyed him, stroking this thick, hot pulsing thing she’d uncovered, that barely fit in her hands, and she said, “There’s no way this even fits in my mouth.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You don’t have to say shit like that.”

She snickered. “I’m being serious.”

“Oh,” he said, nodding. “Right. Well, you know, if you don’t want to do this, just stop. I mean, stop anytime, of course, but if you—”

“I want to,” she said. She shut her eyes, leaned in, and planted a kiss on the tip of it.

He groaned.

She grinned. She kissed him again, but this time, she used her tongue a little bit.Like French kissing the head of his cock,she thought, and that made something tug inside her warm groin. It felt nice, just as nice as kissing, really, and she did it again.

He let out another groan, an elongated one. “That’s so good, Rora,” he breathed. “Moon, that’s good.”

She kept at it, continuing to work her tongue against him like she was kissing him, but putting more of him in her mouth.

He huffed. “Fuck,” he said, his voice strained.

She did that for a little longer, since he seemed to like it, but then she thought that the point of this was to suck him, wasn’t it? She worked at fitting as much of him as she could in her mouth.

He made approving noises as her lips inched down the shaft of him.

Then, when she got as much as she thought she could fit, and the head of him was dangerously toward the back of her throat, she started to suck.

He made a high-pitched noise. “Uh.” Pause. “Ow.”

She stopped, horrified, pulling away, pulling off. “I’m sorry.”

“Just, uh, maybe less tugging like that? What you were doing before, you know, that was fantastic.”

She surveyed him. Okay, it was not about sucking, was it? Maybe it was more about a little bit of suction, just enough to keep him in her mouth.

“Or if you, um, like, back and forth?”

Right, obviously, it should mimic sex! He wanted her to use her mouth on him like that. Duh. She should have realized… “Got it!” she said brightly and slid onto him again.

He panted. “Only if you want to, though. If you want to stop—” He let out a groan. “Oh, kill me now, but please don’t stop. That is…” His head tilted back, looking up at the ceiling and he gasped in obvious pleasure. “Good, good, fuck, that’s so good.”

She pulled off for a second, thinking of something. “Um, question?”

He made a long moan.

Every part of her body that was sexual came to a point of intense pleasure—her clitoris, the tips of her nipples, that sort of thing. She would bet money a penis worked the same way. “Where is it the most sensitive? Your cock, I mean?”

“Uh… the head?” He murmured. “The…” He used his fingers, showing her the place at the back of it, the underside, where his foreskin attached. “Probably there.”

“Got it,” she breathed, and dragged her tongue over that spot.

He let out a string of swear words.

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