Page 269 of Playing the Pucking Game
His cock jerks in excitement.
“I don’t expect?—”
“I know.”
“You don’t have to?—”
“Lincoln Storm,” I chastise, sitting back on my heels. “Are you trying to stop me from sucking your dick?”
“What? No, no. Never. I fucking dream about you sucking me—oh holy fuck. Parker,” he barks as I wrap my hand around him and suck on the tip.
His fingers sink into my hair as his head falls back.
“Oh Christ,” he groans when he looks back down and finds me with his cock in my mouth. “Fuck. I’m not gonna last, babe. Too good. Too fucking good.”
“At least you get to come in my mouth not your pants this time,” I quip, pulling off him for a beat.
His fingers tighten in my hair, giving me little choice but to take him back into my mouth, only deeper this time.
I relax my throat and hollow my cheeks, fully intending to give him the best blow job of his life.
I never got to do this before, and I’ve regretted not knowing how he tastes ever since.
The saltiness of his precum covers my tongue, and I groan, desperate for more.
I give him all my best moves, and from the way he moans, I think it’s hitting the spot.
“Yes, babe. Fuck. Are you going to swallow me down like a good girl?”
I nod the best I can while he’s filling my mouth.
“Fuck, yeah.”
Reaching up, I cup his balls, squeezing gently, and he barks out, “Fuck, I’m…fuuuuck.”
His dick gets harder, bigger, before it jerks violently in my mouth, ropes of hot cum hitting the back of my throat.
I swallow it all down, savoring every drop as he gazes down at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
The second he’s done, he lifts me from the floor, gathers me in his arms, and kisses me breathless, not giving a single shit that I taste of him or that the remnants of his release are still on my tongue.
“You are hands down the most incredible person I’ve ever met,” he tells me softly as he pulls back from our kiss.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I confess.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispers.
“I’m pretty sure you already have,” I tease.
He smirks. “Not just like that. Can I wash your hair?”
Christ, how can a girl say no to that?
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LINCOLN
“You know, it’s just not fair that you’re good at everything,” Parker sulks.
