Page 15 of Colossal
For a girl.
Thegirl.
Theonlygirl.
“Look at it,” she whispers, awed, trembling in front of me, her attention arrested by the mottled monster that stands vertical, leaking white glops onto the ground. “You seriously question why I call you Daddy?”
My moan is so intense, no sound comes out. “Marlow, you’re not going to be able to suck me the way you drew it in your sketchbook, okay? That would hurt your throat, baby.” I stroke my fingers through her hair, shivering hotly when she grasps me in her hands, laying worshipful kisses along my stiffness, working her way to the dripping tip. “And you know how much come I let out. If I was down your throat when it happened, you could choke.”
Instead of being cautious or horrified by my warning, she looks up at me with starry eyes. “I love when you talk dirty to me.”
“Marlow.”
She gasps. “Your balls.” She tilts her head and walks closer on her knees, and the next thing I know, she’s licking my balls. Sucking them with eager little slurps that cause red streaks of lust to slash through my lower half. I collapse back against my car, commanding my legs to support me, while she does her bestto fit my balls into her little mouth, wrapping her lips around them in turn, sucking and moaning.
“Jesus, oh Jesus, oh Jesus,” I pant, afraid to look down anymore. Afraid that would end me. “Beat me off while you do that.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, starting to pump me in a firm grip. “Order me around.”
Order me around.
I shouldn’t dare.
I’m too grateful for Marlow. She should be treated like the fairy tale she is.
But I can’t help but feel the power she’s bestowing on me.
I think I’m a come slut.
The memory of her innocent eyes when she said those words to me has me wrapping her long, dark hair around my fist. “Give my balls a kiss, baby. They’re going to keep my come warm for you.” I push off the car to loom over her. “But it’s time to put that cute little mouth to work on my cock.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, clamping her lips around the thick head and rolling her tongue down and around the ridge. Eager. Curious. Obedient.
Oh hell. I’ve got maybe thirty seconds before I blow up.
Because her mouth on my dick feels so much better than I could have imagined.
Magical.
My entire body begins to tingle, my blood rushing like a river rapid. She stuffs as much of me as she can stand into that mind-blowing warmth, sucking me so roughly, with so much determination, I know she’s just trying to get to the cream. “Baby’s so hungry,” I rasp, cursing as she manages another inch. Son of a bitch, she’s taking damn near half of me. “Daddy made you dinner, Marlow. Eat it like a good girl.”
She meant it when she said she likes me talking dirty, because she’s whining with happiness when I let loose, my loins heaving, my balls twisting and jerking in their haste to be free of the pressure that she inflicted on me. I’ve overflowed her mouth in seconds, even though she’s swallowing as fast as she can, the excess streaming down her chin and dripping onto her bent knees, my sweatshirt, the asphalt.
All I can do is marvel at my girlfriend who is in visible ecstasy, her throat working with whimpering swallows, her fist jacking me, trying to get every available drop, as though I have any choice but to keep spurting when she’s still actively blowing me, my semen splattered all over her chin and cheeks. She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Finally, I’m fresh out of what she wants, and she collapses back onto her butt, dazed but smiling. And I’ve never been with a girl until tonight, but instinct kicks in and I know she needs a good lick. It’s not going to take much to give her an orgasm, though I’d damn well eat her out for a week if she needed me to and love every second.
“You’re not the only one who’s hungry,” I say, my vocal cords sounding as sore as they feel. I pluck her up off the ground, holding her against me like a doll while I walk somewhat awkwardly to the hood of my car with my pants twisted around my ankles.
I lay her down on the black hood of my car and her knees are already up and open, her chest still puffing from exertion, my come still wetting her chin.Christ, she’s so gorgeous. In the ten seconds it takes me to pull up my pants, I can’t take my fucking eyes off the wet splotch on her dark pink underwear. My mouth begins to salivate, a rabid kind of hunger digging its claws into my throat, my sternum.
“I’m going to eat it,” I growl, sounding ferocious, even to my own ears, my hands moving of their own accord to rip the panties down her legs. “Keep the skirt out of my way.”
She gasps a whimper.
I love that sound and I hear it again and again as I bury my mouth between her thighs, rubbing my lips through her soaked flesh in search of that little berry that’s the source of pleasure for the opposite sex—and when I find it, her hips jerk, back arching.
“Right there. Right there!”
