Page 54 of Into the Blue
“Fuck, yes. Put that hot mouth on me,” he barks.
Oh yes.
This is gonna be good.
The dark wide crown of him is tight with need and smooth as I hold back his foreskin with my fist. It’s barely a grip that I can maintain. Either my hands are small or he’s really just that big. I have to get my other hand involved just to fully enclose the shaft.
Licking all around the flared head, I take my time going from side to side with the tip of my tongue. Then in tighter circles around the sensitive opening, my tongue flattens down that vein again.
“Yes, bae. Take me into that mouth,” his commanding tone requires me to. It’s somehow sweeter because of what he’s called me. What he always calls me when he’s hard and horny for me.
It was a stretch for me to get my lips around him. The wide head of him pulling my lips taught and drool begins to run from my lips. I use it to help me stroke his length all while my cheeks are stuffed with him.
A shallow bob is still a bob nonetheless when it’s all I can manage. I rely heavily on my hands to give him head and I’m proud of that. This is expert level management of a big fucking dick.
I couldn’t fit it down my throat if I tried.
Gagging over him trying to get close is messy work when more drool coats him and I’m still giving it my best.
I don’t think he can take it anymore. With a hand in my hair, he pulls me off of him with a pop and straight to his lips.
Here is the rough and commanding man who ruined sex with any other person in my eyes. The brief sting at my scalp pales in comparison to the pleasure that I know he’ll give me.
Wasting no time, he’s pulling my sleep shorts off and burying his face between my legs.
He’s voracious and unyielding as he pays my sensitivity no mind.
He wants my cum and he wants it now. Tongue fucking my center, lapping at the juices coming from me like he’s dying of thirst.
I throb and buck, trying to control this orgasm, but it’s coming too fast.
Nonsense noises fill the room with the sound of my pussy as he prepares me for my next high.
He eases three fingers inside me when I’m shaking over his face. I’m spilling over his fingers.
It’s too good to care about any of the mess we’ve made. The mess he’s made of me.
Let me tell you, taking that dildo yesterday is nothing like the feel of being stretched and filled by Milo.
“Oh God. Milo, that feels so goddamn good.” He shudders under me, even as he’s slamming my body onto his thick shaft, touching something deep inside me.
“Say my name again, Racquelle.”
I can barely hear him over the slapping of our skin and the slippery sounds of my pussy taking him deeper. I’m too blissed out.
Has he asked me something?
I’ve fallen into the blue again and I’m not trying to get out. The only thing keeping me upright is his dick inside me and his hands squeezing my ass.
“Say it again,” he demands.
My hands cover his as I moan his name, “Milo.”
On an exhale as he drives into me harder, “Milo.”
And in a scream, when I finally meet the edge and fall over it, “Milo.”
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