Page 63 of The Taskmaster
“Don’t be shy.” I took my cock in my hand and gave it a few slow strokes. “You can touch me.”
Abigail liked being pushed outside of her comfort zone. I knew she did. So, when she wrapped her soft hand around my dick, I wasn’t surprised. I was grateful but not surprised in the slightest. This was a woman who needed someone to take her hand, and show her the thrills she could revel in if she joined me on the dark side.
She brushed her thumb over my piercings as she gently stroked my cock.
“You can be a little firmer,” I told her, because I knew she was holding back, and she squeezed my shaft tighter, sending a shockwave of pleasure to the base of my spine as my balls tightened.
“I’ve never seen a piercing like this before,” she said, touching them like they were the most precious jewels she’d ever seen. Marvelling at them as she stroked, twisted and teased, testing out how they felt against her fingertips.
“Do you like it?” I asked. “Does it feel good?” And my breath faltered as she began stroking me in a firmer, faster motion, making me quietly groan. “Because what you’re doing right now feels fucking amazing.”
I rocked my hips, thrusting into her hand as she held me.
“That’s so good, Abigail,” I moaned quietly in her ear as I leaned into her, closing my eyes, and savouring every pulse, ache and throb. “You’re so good at that.” I let my head fall back. “So good at taking care of me.”
I fucked her hand, groaning as we stood together against the wall of her apartment, my balls so tight I knew I was close to coming. And then she blew my fucking mind.
She got down on her knees in front of me, accepting this version of herself, embracing it, and when she pressed her soft, warm lips against the tip of my cock, I almost came.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I urged, watching as she knelt in front of me, ready to take my cock deep in her mouth, and let me fuck her throat like the slut I’d always dreamed she was. “Use your tongue and lick my cock.”
She did as she was told, using the tip of her tongue to lick over and around the head of my cock and my piercings. Her tongue teased me, and I let out a long moan as I wrapped her hair around my fist and held her in place. “That’s it, suck me good, and then take me deep down your throat,” I instructed.
She sucked the tip of my cock and used her tongue to rub the underside, which drove me fucking wild. The hairs on my neck were like pins, they were standing up so hard, I was so fucking ready to come.
She slid her hot mouth down my shaft, taking me into her throat inch by inch, until I was fully inside her. Her eyes were streaming; it was so fucking sexy. Mascara darkening her gaze as she got lost in the pleasure of taking my cock. Her head bobbed slowly as she sucked me.
“Look at me,” I demanded, and she peered up at me with watery eyes.
The sight of my cock deep down her throat made my balls tighten and my spine tingle. I was moments away from coming.
I shook my head, closing my eyes for a second before looking back at her and asking, “Can I come down your throat?”
She nodded and used her hand to cup my balls, stroking them and squeezing gently as she sucked the length of me,sliding me deep into her throat, then back to the tip. Fuck, she was perfect.
I took her head in both of my hands and warned her, “I need to fuck you hard now. Tap my thigh if it gets too much.”
She nodded, and I started to thrust harder into her throat, throwing my head back as the sensations took over.
My hips pistoned faster and faster, my cock swelling and throbbing as she swallowed and sucked, every movement pulling the most intense orgasm out of me.
I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I started to come, coating her throat and fucking her face to elicit every last second of pleasure I could get from her. She took what I gave her, moaning as she swallowed my cum and sucked me at my most sensitive.
It was the best orgasm I’d ever had in my life. It was also the first time I’d come without feeling revulsion or disgust. All I felt was sated. I liked having firsts with Abigail Walters.
She held my cock in her mouth long after I’d come, still sucking me like she couldn’t stop. And even though I’d have happily stayed in that position for as long as I could, I pulled away.
She peered up at me with her tear-stained face, a small smile spreading on her face, but she didn’t say anything.
“Are you okay?” I asked, and she nodded.
“I still haven’t found your tattoo,” she said, in a sexy, throaty voice.
“Check my right wrist,” I told her, and she smirked.
“Damn. All this time it was on your arm? I thought you said you weren’t a player, but I feel like I’ve been played.”
She grinned to herself as she stood up, holding my gaze for a beat as she took hold of my right hand and twisted it, so my palm was facing up. Then she looked down and smiled.
