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“I know I don’t have to. I’ve never had to, but I sometimes do it because I want to. Because I enjoy it. Am I not allowed that on my birthday?”
His eyes are hot, possessive. Tender. “Sure, you are, sweetheart. As long as you’re doin’ it for you and not for me.”
“I’m doing it for both of us. Can I please continue now?”
“You know, that might be the first time you ever said please to me.”
I blink. “What?”
“You never said please to me before.”
“Yes, I have!”
“Don’t think so.”
I’m genuinely shocked and diverted from my earlier plan, so I think hard. “In bed, surely.”
“Huh uh. One thing for sure, you never once said please to me in bed. Kinda demandin’, if you want to know the truth.”
“I am not!”
He’s laughing now, his expression warm and soft. “If you say so.”
“Don’t you dare indulge me! I must have said please sometime. I’m a nice person. I really am!”
He must hear something in my tone that makes him wonder if I’m taking him too seriously because his voice grows more earnest. “You’re so much better than nice, sweetheart. And I never had anyone thank me so truly as you do. I got no fuckin’ need forplease. You should already know I’m not the kinda guy who gets off on a woman beggin’. At least, I hope you know that.”
“I do know that.” I take a step closer to him, drowning in tenderness. “Maybe I don’t have to say please because I’m so sure you’ll always give me what I need.”
He smiles. “Yeah, I will. Speakin’ of, what else did you want for tonight?”
“After I suck you off, then you’re going to give me my birthday spankings.”
He freezes. “So you really want ’em?”
“Yes.” I pause. “Well, I want to try to see if I like them.”
“Got it. What else?”
“Then I want you to fuck me. Is that all right with you?”
“All right?” He’s pulling off his clothes. “Feels kinda like it’s my birthday too.”
I take my time giving Levi his blow job because I was telling him the truth about enjoying it.
I really do. Far more than I would ever expect. It’s not as much having his cock in my mouth as it is watching how he responds. It’s heady. The intensity. The sight and feel and sound of such a strong man letting go.
I stretch it out so long that it’s almost a half hour later when I’m really going at it. I’m reaching back to grip his hips to brace the eager bobbing of my head. I’m doing my best to get him farther back in my throat, and I’m rewarded by his unrestrained response.
His hands are wrapped around the curve of my head, moving me at his rhythm. Every muscle in his body has tensed up, and he’s rasping out a refrain made up of “That’s right, sweetheart. You’re doin’ so good. You’re suckin’ me just right. Keep goin’. You can take more. You can take all of me. You’re so turned on now. I see how much you love doin’ this for me. And you’re doin’ so good. You’re so good.”
I wouldn’t have imagined it was possible to come from nothing more than this, but it sure feels like I’m close. My hips are rocking to the same tempo he’s pushing little thrusts into my mouth.
When I loosen my throat muscles a tiny bit more, that’s evidently it for him. He lets out a rough, extended sound as his body rocks through his release. I swallow all his ejaculate and only cough a little at the very end.
I keep sucking softly until he’s limp in my mouth and his body is fully relaxed. He’s stroking my head the whole time, until he finally eases me back and tilts my head up toward him.
“Is that what you wanted, sweetheart?” he asks hoarsely, searching my face with his eyes.
