Page 64 of Rapunzel Is Losing It

“Tongue out,” I rasped, my dick hard in my hand.

Once she put her tongue out, I placed my tip on it, almost expecting to have to give her more commands, but she started licking off my cum. She moaned, lashes fluttering. Fuck. Her mouth fell open and I rolled my hips forward, pushing into her. She gasped and moaned around my cock but her pink lips closed around it anyway, and she grasped the back of my knees for support instead of jerking back. I gave her a second before I pushed deeper, completely mesmerized by how eager she took my cock. It hit the back of her throat. Cordelia’s eyes flew up to me, tears cresting her lashes.

When I pulled back, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on my dick like it was a goddamn lollipop. Fucking hell. My cock sprang free with aplop, and Cordelia gasped for air. Her hand flew to her throat and she swallowed hard, and something clicked. “Have you sucked a dick before, Cordelia?”

“No,” she gasped and shook her head.

Well, shit.

Despite her inexperience, her hands tightened around my knees, and she cocked her chin up in a quiet challenge. That hurricane was still raging in her eyes, ready to lay destruction.

“Open your mouth back up, baby. I’ll start slow.” She nodded and breathed deeply before parting her lips for me again. I pushed in slower this time and gathered her hair behind her head in a makeshift ponytail to wrap around my fist. “Your mouth feels so good, just relax your jaw.”

I carefully slid back and forth a few times, using my tight grip on her hair to direct her head to move opposite my pace. “That’s it, you’ve got it.” She moaned when my next thrust pushed deeper, and she ran her tongue over me. “Fuck. Yeah. Use your tongue.”

That seemed to unlock something in her head because she started doing all kinds of shit to my cock with her mouth. She licked slowly, then flicked her tongue against it. She sucked me in and pursed lips tight around my cock. My thrusts came faster, sliding deeper to a point of gagging her. The more she played with me, the more erratic my movements became.

“That’s my girl,” I moaned.

Cordelia’s hands slid up my thighs and she curled her fingers around the base of my cock, pumping when her mouth was sliding off me. Fuck.

Then she grazed her teeth over my tip and I fucking lost it. I moaned her name and spilled myself down her throat. She spluttered for a second before sinking back on her heels, hand closed over her mouth.

“Swallow,” I huffed.

She winced but did as she was told, throat bobbing. Shit. That would have been hot under any circumstance, but that girl was the pickiest eater I’d ever met, and her choosing to swallow my cum felt like getting knighted.

“Fuck, Cordelia, you’re going to kill me.”

Cordelia wiped her pinky over the corners of her mouth, a small grin quirking across her lips. “Feel better?”

I nodded, still breathless and reached a hand out for her. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” She let herself be pulled back to her feet and grimaced. “I want to brush my teeth though.”

Not what a man wanted to hear after the best blow job of his life, but fair. Especially if she’d never even had a dick down her throat before. “Go ahead. I’ll clean this up,” I said and collected some of the gauze scattered around me.

While I pulled my pants back up and sorted through the first aid shit, Cordelia plunged a toothbrush into her mouth with just as much fervor as she had taken my dick with. When I’d thrown away all the used gauze and empty wrappers and stored away the first aid kid, and Cordelia was still pulling faces at her reflection, brushing every which angle, I stepped up behind her. Her shoulders stiffened but she met my eyes in the mirror.

I’d never really considered what we looked like side by side. She was tall and lean, but she still just matched my shoulder. Her permanently sun-kissed golden skin stood out against my tattooed chest. Her champagne blonde waves the opposite to my short brown, stick-straight hair.

“Stop staring, weirdo,” she grunted around her toothbrush.

“Cordelia?” I wrapped my hands around her waist and pressed a kiss against the back of her head. Her hair smelled like coconut and oranges. “Have you ever been fucked?”

She narrowed her eyes at my reflection, then bent to spit and rinse. I had a feeling the sharp push of her hips against me wasnotan accident. When she whipped her head back up, I barely managed to duck from being head-butted. That woman had a violent streak. Maybesheshould get in the octagon. “Are you asking if I’m a virgin or if I’ve ever had dirty sex?”

“Have you ever hadanysex?”

“No.”

Fuck. I let out a long breath. “Got eaten out?”

“No.”

“Touched?”

“You’re touching me right now.”

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