Page 29 of Pragma
“Suck it.”
I moan as my lips close once again around him, and I’m hit by his taste, so familiar and intoxicating.
I slide more dick between my lips, feeling those hard beads brushing on my tongue and on the roof of my mouth. It’s an odd sensation that excites me even more. My hand moves to my dick inside the lace, but his shoe suddenly presses on it.
“No touching unless I say so,” he orders me. Is this some kind of payback? And why do I like it? I move my hand back to his thigh, digging in my nails until I feel his skin.
River hisses. “Open wider. I want to go deeper.” He pushes my head forward, forcing his cock down my throat. I can’t breathe, and my dick is about to explode. He’s plundering his cock deep within, and the feel of those beads stroking the walls of my throat is making me lose it.
His thrusts are rough, uncontrolled, and it’s a struggle to keep my eyes on him, but I don’t want to look away. All that man towering over me, heavy-lidded gaze locked on mine
“Spilling such lewd moans while your mouth is filled and dripping with spit. Aki, fuuuck!”
He pulls his dick out and starts jerking it off. The tip bumping against my swollen lips.
“Open,” he growls the order.
“Yes, sir,” I tease, but open my mouth wide and even stick out my tongue. Need to make it good for him if I want him to come back for seconds.
He starts jerking, giving me the sexiest sight ever. His large, rough hand wrapped loosely around that big cock, pumping fast, pulling down the foreskin, making the head wet, weeping more and more. My tongue slicks my lower lip impatiently and eagerly. His grip on my hair tightens, just shy of pain, before the first spurt of cum hits my chin.
His eyes shine with unfiltered lust as a low growl rips out of his throat. “Take my load. Ahhh.”
I moan, unable to stifle my pleasure in watching him coming completely undone under my eyes. I’ve never seen River this free. So damn hot. I lick the cum from the corner of my mouth, but before I can taste more, his fingers scoop most of it up.
He stands up, pulling me with him and spins me around, pushing me to walk until we reach the mirrors. It feels like my body is tingling all over. Those rough hands on my waist and on the back of my head, brushing my chest, my neck, my ear. It’s like a current of electricity running between us.
“Why aren’t you stopping me?” he asks in a hoarse voice. “If you don’t stop me, I’ll keep going.”
“I fucking hope so,” I moan.
“You up for more?” he whispers in my ear.
I nod eagerly, staring at his serious face in the mirror. His arm is around my waist, holding me still, while I feel his slick fingers inside my boxer briefs, sliding between my ass cheeks.
He’s using his cum as lube. The erotic thought urges me to bend toward the mirror, and moving my hands back, I spread my cheeks to help him hurry up.
“Fucking hell, Aki. You want it.” He sounds conflicted, angry, on the edge of losing control.
“That’s right. Shove those fingers in…sir?” My pleading tone is fake.
But my smirk drops as a thick finger spears inside me, and I whimper his name as he starts pumping. He’s inside me. My mouth opens to let out heavy breaths as ecstasy I’ve never felt before blinds me when he hits a certain spot, adding another finger.
“Hot shit, right there!”
He stops. “Right there, what?”
I hiss angrily. I need more. I want more. “You prick! Sir!”
As soon as I say the word, another finger enters me, and I almost see stars between the bliss and the stretching.
I open my eyes, and they instantly focus on his face. “Let me see you.”
He just stares at me; his finger rhythm falters knowing what I mean.
“Now! Fuck the sir, I want to see all of you.”
He tucks the hair behind his ear, putting on display the left side of his face, and goddammit. “You are so handsome.” I moan even louder.
