Page 123 of Masked Sins
She removes her thumb from her mouth and swirls it around my slit, gathering a string of precum.
“Oh shit,” I mutter, my voice breaking as her tongue darts out and licks the head of my cock.
“Again, Master?”
“Y-yes.”
Her head bobs forward, and just as her lips close around my aching length, one of her hands gently squeezes my balls.
A low, heady groan escapes my throat, and I close my eyes as pure, blinding pleasure shoots through me.
I’m not sure what kind of head I expected Layla to give me, but as she strokes one hand up and down my shaft, her other hand playing with my balls, and her tongue flattening against the taut head of my dick… it wasn’tthis.
Everything she’s doing feels euphoric, and I’m not sure if it’s because of who’s doing it orwhatshe’s doing with such expertise.
“Guess those dirty books paid off,” I mutter, reaching my other hand out to grab onto her head with both hands.
“I guess so,” she says, her words garbled because her mouth is full ofme.
“You’re so perfect,” I tell her, guiding her mouth deeper onto my cock. “You like having your stepbrother’s cock in your mouth?”
“Yes,” she says, words muffled.
“You want everyone to think you’re so innocent, but you’re not, are you?”
She moans, looking up at me with doe eyes.
“Fuck, Layla, when you look at me like that, it makes me want to spill all of my cum down your throat.”
She pulls off my cock with a softpop.“So do it.”
“Color?” I ask.
“Green.” She gives me a bratty, little smile before her lips are back on my shaft.
I grip her hair and pull her onto my cock with a little bit more force.
“We never established a nonverbal safe word, so if you need me to stop, tap on my thigh three times, okay?”
“Okay, Master,” she says, mouth full of cock.
Fuuuuuck.
The warm, wet feeling of her mouth on me, her soft hands squeezing my balls gently, the slippery firmness of her tongue against the tip of my cock…
My balls start to tighten as Layla works me closer and closer to a climax.
I pull her farther down my cock, and her hands drop away so that it’s just her mouth, and as I slowly slide her all the way over my length, she doesn’t gag or attempt to pull away.
A low, guttural sound reverberates through my chest as she deepthroats me, as her mouth swallows me and sucks me farther into the back of her throat.
Instinctively, I start to fuck her throat, the sound making me hiss with pleasure. Her eyes are watery when she looks up at me, but resolute and single-minded.
“I know I told you that I’d make a mess of your pretty face one day,” I tell her, my lips pulling away from my teeth as I jut my hips forward into her mouth farther, “But I think I’d rather come down your throat so a part of me can stay inside two places of you.”
Her brow comes together in confusion, and I can’t help but chuckle as my swollen cock pumps as far as I can go.
“Did you think we’d be done after this?”
