Page 71 of The First Kind of Love
Shiloh carefully drops to her knees, using the length of her dress to keep from scraping her skin against the hardwood floor. With a straight shot down her chest, I don’t miss the way her tits rise when she sips in a centering breath. “I want to,” she reassures me, dabbing her thumb over the slick emission beading at the tip.
Before I can try and change her mind, her pouty lips seal over the head of my cock, followed by little licks and laves that set off every one of the hypersensitive nerves in my shaft. She slowly inches her way down the length of me—all while keeping her cheeks hollowed in a constant vacuum that milks me fuckingdry—and I can feel myself passing the back of her mouth.
My head is unbearably hot, and an inconceivable sense of euphoria pops open an escape hatch in my skull, squirming into brain tissue. “Fuck, Shi. Fuuuck. That’s it. Suck my fat cock like you don’t have a gag reflex,” I moan, wrapping her hair around my knuckles and yanking a little too harshly.
I guess the anxiety finally fled.
Shiloh makes a small, sexy choking noise before obeying me, and she brings her hands up to massage the root with half-powered twists. I’m coddled in a warm, wet heat that I never want to leave, and adrenaline seethes in my belly like the sizzle of embers at the crosshatch of firewood. My hips undulate at a slow pace as I let the tip of my cock lightly tap the back of her throat, her tonsils brushing over the girth widening her jaw. She doesn’t gag, not once.
“You make me feel amazing, you know that?You’reamazing,” I praise, curling my free hand around her windpipe so I can feel where I’m distending her skin. The impression of my cock stretches her throat out, and a possessive, wanton desire crawls up from the shadowed depths of my body, rising like a phoenix from the ashes of all my discarded, shameful wants.
She mewls in appreciation, changing up her technique so she can deliciously distribute some of the pressure in my dick. Then she slips up and down, bobs her head, and drenches every inch of my cock in saliva, a string of spit dangling from her lower lip. She finally pops off after minutes, her breath rocketing out of her in shallow, short, lung-burning wisps.
“I love the way you taste,” she says, corroborating her statement with a swirl of her tongue over the lubrication that pumps steadily from my soaked slit. Wet smacks of her mouth and equally viscous slurps ring out in the spacious suite, loud enough to combat the white noise clogging my molasses-thick head.
“Don’t say that,” I growl.
“Mmm, why not?”
“Because you’re not ready for the things I want to do to that perfect throat of yours.”
There’s no caution lacing her tone, even though there should be. “You want me to swallow your cum, big boy? You want me to choke on your cock and gag on it like I can’t take another fucking inch of you?”
“I’m not coming in your mouth, Shiloh. I’m abusing it until you can’t evenswallowwithout remembering the way I throat-fucked you. Understand that when I come, it’ll be inside you, and I’ll plug my fingers in your goddamn cunt to make sure none of it trickles out.”
She sits back on her haunches—jaw frozen open in shock for a solid minute—but then, like the vixen she is, she cracks an arrogant grin. “Oh my God. Mr. Cazzarelli, do you have a breeding kink?”
I rub a hand up and down my cock, staring at her with a lust that won’t be slaked until I fill her up with my seed and make that pussymine. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”
Shiloh swipes her tongue over the leaking tip one last time before standing, then she tips her head back to look up at me, all seductive guile and a matching smile that has my dick begging for release. My shaft’s coated in a thin layer of arousal and her spit, and a deep groan rumbles out of me like the act of an old mountain settling. Now that she’s not stabilizing me by the hips anymore, the tremor in my legs is embarrassingly noticeable.
“Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to play with your food?”
She rises to her tiptoes, prods her tongue against the opening of my lips, and lets me taste myself in a kiss that escalates the warm pressure in my lower abdomen. My thoughts come to a screeching halt, my fingers dig into her sides like Ishun even aninchof distance between us, and I moan at the tangy flavor that’s now infiltrating my mouth.
“Maybe you need to spank me for being a bad girl,” she whispers, the musk of my scent thick on her lips.
“Fine by me, but I’m not going to be gentle.”
“I don’t want you to be.”
Fuck,consentis so sexy.Shiloh Nguyenis so sexy.
“I’m guessing a condom is out of the question?” she asks with all the subtlety of an earthquake, eyeing my cock like freeing it from a latex prison will have ruinous consequences.
I bristle. “I can wrap it right now?—”
“No, I want to feel all of you.Raw.”
Fuck me.
As amazing as that sounds, I never want to participate in a kink without the necessary precautions. Especially one as life changing as mine. “Are you sure? Are you on birth control? I just want us to be safe.”
She nods. “I’m on the pill, don’t worry. I’ve never missed a day.”
“That’s all I need to hear.”
Without warning, I turn her around so that her perky ass is facing me, and then I start to slide her pretty little dress down her body, making sure to mark each area of exposed skin with an indulgent kiss. She’s naked within a second, and the sight of her untouched ass cheeks has a line of arousal running straight through my cock.
