Page 69 of Letters to the Lost

“Sorry sir,” she apologizes insincerely, “I’m bright fucking greenSir.”

“Good girl. Now take my cock out.”

Autumn’s fingers curl around the waistband of my sweatpants and boxers, and with one tug they pool around my ankles.

My cock springs out and stands at attention directly in front of Autumn’s mouth, weeping for attention. Autumn’s tongue sweeps along her bottom lip as she looks at my cock hungrily.

“You want to suck my cock, Princess?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Then do it.”

Autumn wastes no time as she leans forward, her hand wrapping around the base of my cock and guiding it into her mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I groan as her mouth envelops my cock fully as she sucks me into her mouth inch by inch, “Fuck just like that Princess.”

Using my fist wrapped in her ponytail to hold her still, I start to rock my hips back and forth, slowly taking control from her as I let myself sink into the feeling of her lips wrapped around me.

“Relax your throat baby, let me take control,” I command.

Autumn immediately relaxes her stance, falling back slightly on her heels, her palms resting against my bare thighs as I thrust my cock into her mouth until I hit her throat.

Pulling back when she gags slightly, I look down at her to make sure she’s ok, but she just leans forward and sucks me harder.

“Play with your clit baby, fall over the edge with me,” I tell her.

Feeling my control slip, I allow myself to lose myself in the sensation of her mouth around my cock. The rhythmic feeling of her head bobbing up and down on my cock, her tongue flicking over the tip when I pull back far enough to let her take a breath is too much for me.

My nerve endings set alite, as I shoot ropes of cum into her mouth with a groan.

“Fuck Autumn. You did so well, swallowing my come like a good girl,” I praise her as I pull my softening cock from her mouth.

Reaching out I stroke the side of her face lovingly, loving when her eyes soften and a small smile ghosts over her face.

“So, cookies?” she chirps from where she kneels on the floor still.

“You didn’t come though?” I question, more than willing to sink to my knees for her and eat her pussy for dessert instead.

“No need right now. This was about you,” She says as I reach out my hand to help her stand, “Now teach me how to cook because I only know some basics.”

“Yes ma’am,” I say, taking note when her eyes light up from the honorific.

“So do I get that recipe now?” I ask her as we chop vegetables for the Bolognese sauce we’re making.

“Why do you want it so badly?” she laughs, her eyes laser-focused as she finely chops an onion, her tongue sticking out to the side in concentration.

“Because it was amazing. I normally have some sort of complaint when I eat someone’s food but yours was perfect, and I need the recipe for myself,” I reply, laughing when she shoots me a disbelieving look.

“Seriously?” she asks, her tone laced with disbelief.

“Seriously Princess. I’m practically begging here.”

“Fine, I will give you it, but you’ll have to write it down as we bake them. I can never remember it from the top of my head.”

“Deal,” I agree excitedly.

Finishing chopping a carrot, I make my way over to Autumn to see how she’s doing with the tomatoes and seasonings.

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