Page 108 of The Road Less Traveled By

I nod, no longer able to speak, because this feels like some sort of fantasy come to life. I see Bree focus on my dick, her eyes widening, no doubt at my size, and it takes all my control to stay where I am.

But I’m following orders.

Her eyes lock with mine as she slowly strips her bra off, her perky tits bouncing. God, what I would give to have those rosy nipples in my mouth.

I’ve never been so feral over anyone before, and Bree has no idea what kind of man she has turned me into.

Bree slides her panties slowly down her body and steps out of each leg before she throws them to the side. She’s now standing fully naked in front of me, looking like sin in human form.

She’s fucking ethereal, the low light in my room making her look sexier than ever.

My cock jerks, and I’m practically squirming, needing her touch, needingher.

“Angel, you better get over here soon, or I’m gonna come just looking at you.”

“Patience, Vince,” she says as she crawls toward me. Bree Hart is crawling toward me, looking at my dick like she can’t wait to have it in that pretty mouth of hers.

My cock flexes again, the idea of that happening making it too much for me to handle.

She ends up sitting on my stomach, and I’m about to beg her to touch me, to do anything, when I see her lick her hand. She reaches around and grabs my cock as she starts to pump, and any and all rational thoughts in my head are gone.

Her hands are soft, warm as she takes me in one hand and runs the other down my chest.

“Fuck, baby. Please don’t stop.”

“Is this what you need, Vince? Is this what you want from me?”

I'm about to say yes when another idea comes to my mind. “I want that sweet pussy of yours on my mouth. Can you flip over for me and sit on my face?”

“W-What? You want me to…” She trails off, a little shy as her hand moves off my dick.

“I know you’re in control tonight, baby, but I need another taste of you or I might die.” Dramatic, but Bree is like a drug I crave all day, every day. The first time I tasted her, I knew I had found my new favorite meal, and I’m fucking starved. “Do you trust me?”

“More than anything.”

“Then get up here and sit, angel. And while I taste your sweet cunt, you can put that pretty mouth of yours around my dick and smear that lipstick.”

“Okay,” she says, smiling with excitement. She turns around, about to take her shoes off, when I stop her.

“Keep the heels on, baby.”

She nods her head as she positions herself above my face, her mouth perfectly in line with my dick, and she surprises me by licking the head, just that little contact driving me absolutely fucking crazy.

“Bree, I said sit on my fucking face, not hover.”

“I—”

“Suffocate me for all I care. I’ll gladly enjoy my last seconds on Earth with my tongue buried in your pussy.”

That’s all it takes for her to lower herself further onto my face, one whiff of her sweet pussy enough to make my dick even harder, and just like that day on my desk, I devour her. She’s already fucking soaked, and the minute she takes me to the back of her throat, I practically black out.

Her mouth feels so fucking good—warm, wet, and fucking tight as she sucks my cock, one of her hands braced out to steady her and the other wrapped around the base.

I’m not going to last long, and I don't even fucking care.

I take a long lick up her entire pussy, causing her to squirm and moan, the vibration creating an entire new sensation.

“That’s it, Bree. Do you feel what you do to me? Do you like knowing that you unravel me? How does it feel knowing you brought me to my knees earlier?”

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