Page 168 of Bitter Poetry
I’m tingling all over and growing wet so fast it’s a little embarrassing. My mouth being full of my panties is confusingly arousing—I want to taste him. I’ve never tasted somebody I cared about before.
“Yes, sounds good.” He walks back slowly. Puts the bottle on the table next to me and leans back into the couch opposite me. His hand goes to his buckle while listening intently to whatever’s being said. He’s staring at my pussy again as he slowly loosens his belt, draws his zipper, and then just leaves it there, open, taunting me.
A jolt goes through me as he leans forward and casually cups my right breast before he pinches and rolls my nipple.
I groan around my pantie gag.
He smirks, shakes his head, and mimes a tutting noise. Then he trails his fingertips to the other side and does the same, squeezing and rolling my nipple until it’s hard and throbbing with arousal.
He leans back into his seat, leaving me there to wallow.
“I think we should move a couple of teams in… Yeah… No… Maybe that…”
He slides his hand inside his underpants.
I blink furiously as I take in this new development, watching it move up and down under the material. I just want to shove his hand aside and do it for myself.
He takes his hand out, lifts his hips, and shoves his pants and underpants down. His cock bobs free, the head glistening with pre-cum. I couldn’t tear my gaze away if my life depended on it.
“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Give it a couple more days and we can assess it then… Later.”
He hangs up the call and drops the cell phone on the couch beside him.
“Like what you see, Carmela?”
I nod.
He fists his fat cock and slowly strokes up and down in a way that seems almost painfully too rough.
“I can’t fuck you.”
He what?
“But he didn’t say I couldn’t come while looking at you, did he? Maybe it’s my turn tonight. Maybe I’ll make you wait.”
I shake my head frantically.
His smile has a lazy, predatory air.
He swipes his thumb around to pre-cum at the head of his cock then slides his fingers all the way back down again.
I groan.
“Something the matter, baby?”
The man is pure evil. My eyes plead. My mouth is watering around my panties. There’s a real danger I’m going to drool.
“You want a taste?”
I nod vigorously.
“I’m confident you blowing me is not on Christian’s approved list of activities.”
My nostrils flare, and I glare at him.
“Although technically…” He shrugs. “Have you ever sucked him off?”
I shake my head.
