Page 63 of Styx & Stones

“What if it’s ... what if I don’t taste—”

“Would you just shut up and let me eat your pussy?”

She balks, her mouth gaping open, and I use her shock to my advantage, darting my tongue between her fingers once more until she moves her hands and allows me complete access. I taste her, bury my face in her pussy and fucking breathe that shit in. I’m nervous as hell. I have no idea how to do this shit properly, how to make a woman come, and I regret my inexperience because her first time should be perfect. She deserves that. A guy who knows how to fuck, how to make her orgasm. I don’t know how to do either of those things, but I don’t care if it takes all night. I’m gonna try my goddamn best.

I concentrate my efforts on her clit. Sucking, rather than licking—thank you, Pornhub, for that little “how to eat pussy” tutorial. She seems to like that a lot, and within seconds, she’s panting, her body jerking, her fingers scratching and clawing at my scalp, holding me in place as she moans. Holy fucking shit. I’m gonna send a goddamn gift basket toCunnilingusDude81.

When she stops writhing, I come up on my knees and climb off the bed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I tear off my jeans and discard them on the floor. Then, with some hesitation, I slide my boxers off too. Her eyes widen at the sight of my cock, jutting out before me. Stones climbs to her feet and crawls across the bed. Her hand wraps around me, and I suppress the urge to grip her hair and tug her head back, exposing the line of her throat. She holds my cock and gently runs her hand along my shaft. A moan escapes me, and then, when she lowers her head and takes me in her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks and sucking me hard, I blow my fucking load right down her throat.Without warning.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

Stones chokes.

I cringe, and rake my hands over my scalp, fighting off the post-orgasmic glow, and the desire to both slit my fucking wrists in shame and pass out on the bed. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

She glances at the mattress with a nervous chuckle. “Guess I don’t need to ask if I did it right.”

I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger and tilt her face up to mine. “I am so, so goddamn sorry.”

“Styx, it’s fine. An eye for an eye, right?”

I lean down and kiss her lips, forgetting that she just swallowed my cum. I taste myself on her, and it’s both hot and a little bit repulsive.And salty as fuck.

She climbs back up the bed and reaches for the pack of gum on the nightstand. After unwrapping a piece, she folds it in half with her tongue as she takes it in her mouth and chews. She offers me one, but I shake my head. No way am I getting rid of the taste of her.

Several minutes later, Stones removes her gum and sticks it to the nightstand. I crawl on the bed, sliding into the space between her legs. Then I kiss her, deep, hard, as passionately as I’ve wanted to since the first day I saw her at school. It isn’t long before my dick is hard and she’s panting again as I slide it through her wet lips.

“Do it. Fuck me, Styx.”

“Yeah?” I pant, just as breathless.

“Yeah.” She peppers my face with kisses.

I lean up and grab a condom from the bed. I rip into the foil and sheath myself.

Stones hands me the bottle of lubricant. I don’t know how much I’m supposed to use but a huge glob covers the tip of my dick and drips onto the towel beneath her. She cringes, but her expression quickly turns from disgust to longing as I coat the condom in the sticky fluid, stroking myself. I close my eyes, my throat bobbing as I swallow hard and relish the sensations.

“You’re beautiful.”

I open my eyes and grin. “Guys aren’t beautiful.”

“You are.”

“You just love me for my cock.” I lean forward, grasp my dick, and run the head over her clit to punctuate my words.

“And your flapping mouth.” She grins, but the smile quickly fades. Mine does too. “Will you go slow?”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

“Okay, just ...” She wets her lips and exhales a shaky breath. “Be gentle?”

I nod and rub her clit until her breathing picks up speed, then I settle between her thighs and enter her as gently and slowly as possible. The breath catches in her throat. The exhaust fan in the bathroom continues its lazy rotation, the low thud the only other sound.

“Did I hurt you?”

“It’s fine,” she whispers. Tears betray her words. They creep out of the corners of her eyes and roll across her face, marking the pillow.

“Shit, Stones. Do you want me to stop?”

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