Page 73 of My Dark Fairy Tale
She moaned, lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she pushed forward to take even more of me. When she gagged, she frowned, pulling off and then replacing her mouth with her hand.
“Can you teach me how to take you deeper?” She licked her swollen mouth. “Into my throat.”
My low spine tingled, balls drawing tight at that sweet voice asking for such filthy pleasures.
“Si, piccola, open your mouth and take a deep breath. When you want to gag, swallow around my cock until the feeling passes.”
She tugged me closer by the shaft and licked, kittenish, at the pearls of seed dripping from the end of me before sinking straight down my length. Pleasure cut through me like a knife to the belly. I folded over slightly, hand tightening in her hair as I helped thrust her along my shaft. The feel of her swallowing around me, the sight of saliva pooling at the edge of her mouth and sliding down her chin, and the way hereyes flicked up to look at me, wet with effort from taking me so deep, had me on the edge faster than ever before.
“Fuck, Guinevere, you are going to make me come too quickly. Yes,” I hissed as she swallowed again and the last of my shaft was wedged down her throat. I pressed a palm to her throat gently just to feel the way I filled her up.
I jerked out to the head, her gasp cool and wet against my skin as she sucked in more air.
“Again,” she demanded, lifting her hands to wrap them around my hips, fingers digging into my ass to thrust me forward.
How was I supposed to survive her?
She took me harder this time, a tear trickling down her cheek as she moaned at the thick stretch in her throat. I held her there for a moment, long enough to say, “With practice, I will fuck your face just like I can fuck your pussy. Fast, hard, your nose bumping against my groin. I will come straight down your throat like that.”
I released her, but she only took a quick breath before diving back down, hungry for me in a way I had never imagined. She continued, sucking wetly, uncaring of the mess I was making of her, just desperate to make me come.
“Please,” she said finally, “I want you to come in my mouth.”
I used my hand in her hair to tilt her head back farther and then leaned down to spit in her waiting mouth. “Hold on, then,” I warned her.
She shivered, clenching her hands around my ass and tugging me forward.
This time I pumped straight to the back of her throat. I set a rhythm she could follow to time her breaths and shallowly fucked her pretty face. One of my thumbs dragged through a tear on her cheek and brought it to my mouth.
“Even your tears taste sweet,” I told her, voice stripped bare as pleasure seared down my spine, threatening to turn it to ash as soon as I gave in to the fiery heat of lust Guinevere was stoking with her mouth. “Going to come. Be a good girl and lick every last drop.”
She hummed in agreement, and it was the last straw.
I pulled out of her throat and rested on her tongue. “Open wide.”
Fisting my cock hard and tight, I grunted as my atoms collapsed in on themselves, an implosion of pleasure that whited out my vision. I opened my eyes to watch cum stripe her tongue before she sealed her lips over the sensitive head of my cock and suckled out every last ounce of seed.
“Madonna santa,” I cursed, loosening my hold on her hair and stroking it instead.
She pressed her cheek to my trouser-covered thigh and planted a dainty kiss on my wet, spent cock.
“I loved that,” she admitted, her voice roughened by the face fucking and all the sweeter for it.
“Clearly, I did as well,” I mused dryly before sinking to my knees in front of her. “Are you a soaked mess beneath these skirts?”
She bit her lip but nodded as she raised her eyes to mine. “Yes.”
“Do you need my help to come?”
“Please.”
I stroked her cheek and lifted her skirt with my other hand until I found the bare skin of her thigh, tracing it up to her sex. She was drenched straight through the silk of her panties, thighs damp with it.
“What a dirty, filthy, beautiful girl you are,” I told her proudly, kissing her. “Now do you want to ride my hand?”
She gripped my wrist to keep my hand against her pussy and rose to her knees, spreading them slightly to give me better access. I slipped two fingers beneath the edge of the silk band and groaned at the slick, hot feel of her cunt against me.
“Così perfetta,” I told her as I lightly pinched her clit, and she gasped sharply, dropping her forehead to my chest in surrender to the pleasure. “How quickly can I make this pretty cunt come for me?”
