Page 74 of Bad Habit
“Faith, I told you. That’s porn. It’s not real.”
“And you don’t feel that passionate with me.” The hurt in her voice was clear.
I rounded the arm of the sofa and sat, and my brain caught up with her thinking. My wounded manhood had totally missed the point. She thought I hadn’t wanted her badly enough.
“Faith. You make me plenty passionate. You are so fucking sexy. I’ve never been so aroused by a woman. When I’m anywhere near you…”
I glanced down at the erection pressing my swim shorts forward. “I want you—all the fucking time.”
“Last night.” Her eyes opened with realization. “You held back!”
I leaned toward her, hand on the back of the sofa. “It was your first time. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
She reached into my shorts and grasped my cock.
I exhaled a thready breath as my dick turned even harder. Her eyes opened wide as if she was feeling the change, too.
I slid up onto my knees on the sofa as she stroked me, and I pushed the shorts down over my hips to give her full access.
Holy shit.Her hand on my dick was the most erotic thing I had ever felt.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.” I planned to show her just how passionate I could be.
She rose up on one knee, bent over, and took the tip of my cock in her mouth.
My hips jerked forward like she’d pulled me. “Holy shit, Faith.”
She looked up into my eyes, then slid her lips down over my cock, nearly swallowing me whole.
My cock struck the back of her throat. She gagged, but didn’t stop trying, gagging and gurgling.
“Hey, wait.” I pulled back, and my cock popped out of her mouth.
Tears in her eyes, she coughed. “Sorry.” She shook her head. “I don’t know how to do it. I need practice.” She reached for me. “I’ll figure it out.”
I pulled her up and into my arms. “That porn on the TV? Did she nearly swallow the guy?”
Faith nodded.
“That’s not real life. The woman doesn’t need to choke for a blow job to feel good for the man.”
She nodded against my chest. “Teach me?”
My dick throbbed at her words. “You don’t need to.”
Sitting down, she took my cock in her hand and bent to kiss the tip. “You taste salty.” She kissed me again, licking jizz off the tip and pressing a series of tiny kisses all around the head.
I groaned. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“What else should I do?”
“Hold it with your hands. Only take a small amount into your mouth. You don’t want to choke. And then suck on it if you want, or lick—but don’t bite! Whatever you do, just don’t bite. Just play with it. There’s no one right way.”
She stared at my throbbing hard cock with so much concentration and then glanced at the TV. The porn star was working the guy’s dick with saliva-soaked hands, and Faith did the hottest, most unexpected thing I could have ever imagined. She reached under her swimsuit, wet her hand, and then grabbed my cock.
Before I could react, she took me into her mouth and was sucking and circling the head with her tongue in one of the best fucking blowjobs I’d had in my entire life. Her tongue traced the underside, rubbing the engorged veins, and then she returned to sucking the tip.
Unable to control my body, I thrust my hips forward, and she fell back onto the sofa.
