Page 50 of Lucky Sucker

“Do I?” I asked. “Really?”

“I can’t go too far down, but does it feel good for you?”

“Yes. I like it.”

He leaned over me, his cock touching mine. “Good,” he said. “I’m glad you like it, but I don’t think I could ever do what you did to mine justice. Yours is—” He kissed me. “That tongue.” With his tongue in my mouth, he explored me internally, and I gave him some of the action he was asking for, although my tongue barely fought back against his.

“I like your tongue more,” I told him.

Hiking my legs up, he pushed my knees to my chest. “I’ve got one more place to explore,” he said. “If you’ll let me. If you—if you’re ready.”

“Are you ready?” I asked.

He smirked and nodded. “Of course. I’ve been putting in the research.”

“Ok.” I took a deep breath. There was trust there, but I was scared still. I was always scared about having my ass eaten, I shaved it very well, but I never held a mirror up to it. It was almost impossible to ever fully see.

The moment spread my cheeks and dove in, I was incredibly relaxed. He soft approach, stroking up both my thighs as his tongue worked all the magical angles it could eating my ass. And now, I really couldn’t help the moans, they were load, coming from the depths of my throat. My toes curled and my knees nearly buckled around his head from how ticklish he made my ass feel, and the way he occasionally went up and played with my balls.

I needed to see this research he’d been doing for myself, I might’ve been able to learn something myself from it. I was so quick to distract myself from the act at all times because I didn’t want to become overwhelmed and have a little accident.

Finally pulling away, he looked at me for a moment. The question in his eyes. “I have a condom,” he said. “I’ve also practiced with them.”

He must’ve really liked me. I nearly chomped off my bottom lip with the way I held it trying to suppress my smile. “I’m ready.”

In the bedside table, there was a box of condoms and a couple of wrappers. He really had been practicing. “I didn’t fully cum in them, it’s weird,” he said. “A weird feeling. Have you ever put one on?”

“Oh no, I’ve never—never put my thingy in anyone. Only a—” my face flushed as a wave of warmth took me. “Uh.”

“Only a what?” he asked, taking a condom out of the packet. He rolled it down his hard cock. I was now twitching all over just watching the intimate act. My hole getting in on the action as it throbbed, readying itself.

“I’ve used a teddy before,” I whispered. “It had a toy inside it that you can fuck, but I never put one of those on for it.”

“I like to know what you’re into,” he said. “I’ll look into it.” He took one of the bottles of lube. “Regular. I don’t want to overwhelm your insides with the tingle.”

“Oh. Yeah. Just the regular one there. Please.”

“Just relax, baby.”

It was his first time. There was far too much pressure on me, but also, he had no expectations.

My knees back a my chest, giving him a better view and access to the cloth hatch in the back of my onesie, an all-access pass to this ass. The mechanics were simple, and lube makes things easier. We made continued eye contact as he positioned himself, his tip at my ass, and then pushing as he went in. There was no slow about it, he went in, deep. Balls deep.

A delayed moan came out once I’d regained the breath he took away from me. He also moaned, louder, deeper, rougher in the back of his throat. He parted my legs and knees until his chest was against my chest, his lips to mine, and his thighs pushing my ass into a position that was intuitively the best for fucking me in.

Back and forth we moaned into each other’s mouths while he thrust deep and slow inside me. One of his hands scooped around my back and the other hand playing with my cock, rubbing the tip for precum and using that as a lube to stroke me with.

He was a full-service pleasure Daddy, allowing me to be a pillow princess while he sought out the zones on my body that made me moan the loudest, and having my hole squeeze around him. His soft kisses on my collar, down to my nipples, and his fingers gently tracing pictures against my ribcage, each had me holding back the urge to release all the excitement built up inside me.

There was no way he’d learned all of this from research. I didn’t know where he had found the time if that was true, he was always so busy with practice or classes. Maybe it was a natural skill, to please, that he hadn’t discovered until right now.

After only ten minutes, I came, feeling like a complete let down to him and all his stamina, and I’d made a mess of the inside of my onesie too.

“You want me to cum now?” he asked.

“Is it that easy?” I asked. “I wanted to feel it.”

He smirked, pushing my legs up over his shoulder. He pounded my ass with more of his entire body, and within a minute of skin on skin slapping, his cock throbbed like an explosion inside me, cumming inside the condom. It lasted seconds, but internally, I knew I’d been feeling that explosion for hours.

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