Page 77 of Fang
It jumps against me at my admission.
“Fuck, that sounds so dirty coming from your lips. You really don’t have to,” he tells me.
“I know. I want to. Can I?”
He rolls onto his back and puts his arms behind his head. “My body is yours. Do with me as you please.”
Scooting down the bed so I am at eye level with it, I look at it a moment. Sure, I’ve seen one or two in my life by accident, but never like this.
Reaching out, I wrap my hand around it. It’s surprisingly soft. Silky, almost. Yet, it’s hard too. Such a contradiction. I kind of like it. Slowly, I start to stroke it, wondering how it can be both at the same time.
They don’t teach you this in sex ed, that’s for sure.
When little bits of sticky liquid start to pool at the top, I touch it, spreading it between my fingers.
“Fuck, Cami. You are so curious that it’s making me horny as hell. It’s such a turn-on.”
His admission thrills me. I like that I am able to make him feel things the same way he makes me feel things.
“Can I put my mouth on it?” I ask.
It jerks in my hand at my question. I look down at it, wondering why.
“Yes. You can.”
Leaning down, I put the tip in my mouth first. The salty liquid hits my tongue. It’s not the worst thing in the world, but I don’t love it. Still, I continue to lick and suck the tip, waiting for instruction. When it doesn’t come, I pull off and look up at him.
“It feels good,” he tells me, encouraging me.
“I don’t know what to do. Can you help me?”
His eyes flare. “You want me to guide you?”
I nod.
His hand comes down to the back of my head. He runs his hands through my hair gently before putting pressure on it. I follow his lead, leaning back down to put the tip in my mouth.
“That’s good. Suck. I’m going to press you down now. Take as much of it in your mouth as you can.”His tone is husky.
I do as he asks, letting him push my head down onto him more. I can’t fit it all in, but I fit quite a bit before I gag. He loosens his hold, letting me pull back.
“Good. You’re doing good, little dancer. Now do it again while sucking. Get a good pace. Use your hand on the part you can’t fit and stroke while you suck.”
I push back down, his hand now loosely in my hair, guiding me but not forcing me. I take him in my mouth again, sucking like he said. I keep doing this as I work up to a steady pace, my hand stroking him as I suck. I take a little bit more of him, gagging again, making him moan.
I keep going until he groans out, “Fuck, I can feel your throat.”
That only spurs me to go faster. Hearing how out of control he sounds.
“I’m going to come, Cami. Fuck, you need to pull off if you don’t want to swallow it.”
I don’t stop what I’m doing, determined to experience this for at least once in my life.
“You going to swallow it, baby? Take all my cum down your throat? Fuck, that’s hot. You’re so fucking sexy.”
Then his cock jerks in my mouth, saltiness filling it as I attempt to swallow. I pull off, choking on the taste as I spit it on the bed next to us. I gag a few times, doing everything I can not to throw up.
He hands me a bottle of water. and I chug it.
