Page 92 of Lovesick
Her tongue darts out to lap experimentally at my balls—smoothing over the wiry hairs and veiny skin—and an uncontrollable shudder accordions through me, my dick twitching in an automatic response.
She simpers as I feel a blush unfold over my cheeks. I’m wrapped around her goddamn pinky finger, and she knows it.
She doesn’t swallow me down outright. She teases me like she’s playing with her food, licking a broad stripe up my shaft just to watch me squirm, then promptly flattens her tongue over the bulbous crown to slurp up every excess of pre-cum. I tousle her hair before I wrap my fingers around some strands and pull.Hard.
An impatient growl claws up my throat. “Merit.”
“Mmm?”
“Don’t play with me, or I’m going to make this a lot harder for you.”
“I thinkI’mthe one making things hard for you,” she purrs, doubling down by stroking the base of my cock. Her hand doesn’t reach all the way around my girth—there’s a shred of space between her fingers and thumb.
She looks up at me through her lashes, laving my length and pumping it simultaneously. I tug harsher on her hair with a whine, and she obeys the sleight of my hand by finally sealing her mouth around the tip. Inch by inch, she unhinges her jaw to accommodate me, taking me all the way to the hilt with little resistance.
Holy shit. I had no idea she could deep throat me like this. I’ve got nine inches, okay? Most girls couldn’t even get halfway before choking.
“That’s it. Eat this fat cock like the good girl you are. I want you gagging when I tap the back of your throat, do you understand? You won’t be able to swallow when I’m done with you.”
She nods, then the real torture begins—as if I haven’t been trying to hold everything in since she stopped the fucking car.
With a steady rhythm, she bobs up and down my cock, hollowing her cheeks to get a good suction going. I immediately spit pre-cum onto the bed of her tongue, tossing my head back against the headrest.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, plunging into the velveteen give of her mouth, my vision experiencing a total whiteout.
Saliva gathers at the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin in thin strands, and she looks like the sexiest woman in the world right now.
“You make me feel so good, Princess. It’s so hot watching you suck me like this. I could be inside you forever. That pretty mouth deserves my cum.”
She hums in delight, letting up a little to give her hand some room to work, and then she heightens the pinpricks in my shaft with powered twists. A dew of sweat plagues my chest as I rut my hips into her face, chasing a high I could never achieve with my own hand, obscene squelches bouncing off the interior of the car.
“Eyes on me,” I demand, my tone locked and loaded withauthority. “You’re gonna look at me when my cock is in your mouth.”
Merit’s hand falls away, and when she makes eye contact with me, teardrops pinch off from her tear ducts, lacquering her skin in a tacky residue.
She pops off for the first time, slavering and unsated. “Rougher.”
I chuckle, leaning forward to brush away her tears. “Yeah? Are you sure?”
A single nod.
“I love giving my girl what she wants.”
When she envelops my cock again, I help her out with a forceful thrust, tickling her tonsils and bypassing into the canal of her throat. She gags around me, her hand shooting out to grip the edge of the seat, and I’m worried it’s too much for her until she turns the tables completely.
She supplants control with her pouty lips and fuck-me eyes, letting me abuse her esophagus until each shunt takesmytears as compensation. There’s a live wire thrashing around inside me, and a broken sound swells in my chest.
Through my watery vision, I gently encase my hand around her neck, feeling the bulge of myself making an impression in her skin. When I ram my cock against those soft walls, the protrusion ripples under my palm.
“Baby, I’m gonna come. I can’t?—”
Merit somehow sees that as a challenge to make me finish faster, milking everything out of me and gorging on my moans until my dick finally spurts. I instinctively recede from her throat and barrel into my orgasm without warning, shooting torrents of cum into her mouth. I watch her cheeks puff with everything I give her, and I pull out to let her breathe.
Some of my arousal trickles down the corners of her lips, but she doesn’t wipe it away. As her jaw hardens in preparation for a swallow, I intervene.
“Don’t you dare swallow yet. Open your mouth; I want to see my cum between your pretty lips.”
Merit complies immediately, showing me a thick, overspilling puddle of clouded liquid on her tongue.
