Page 69 of Roleplay at Randy's
“How likely are we to be interrupted?”
“Tempting as you are, we aren't fucking back here.”
I shake my head even though he can't see it. “Not what I have in mind.”
“Matty.” His voice holds a warning, but also humor and curiosity.
“I have two options.” I lower my voice, making him bring his face closer to mine. “I can hide back here and fuck myself silly on my fingers.”
His breath hitches, followed by a broken moan. “Or?”
I grin and grip the back of his neck, shoving my lips to the side of his head. “Or I can get on my knees and beg you to fuck my throat raw.”
Is there even really a choice? Some part of me is getting fucked, even if I have to do it myself.
“Oh.” Elias is the one trembling now, his desire finallycoming close to matching mine. “I’d really like to hear you beg.”
My body practically convulses. “Please, Lee.” I trail my lips down his neck, teasing my fingers into his dance belt. “Please let me suck your cock.”
My tongue licks a path down his sweaty torso, flicking into his belly button with a groan. The ground beneath my knees is carpeted, and thank fuck for little mercies.
When my mouth reaches his underwear, I take in a deep inhale of his hot and sweaty scent, then place open mouthed kisses to his confined bulge.
“Use me,” I whisper, sucking the head of his dick between my lips and wishing I could just sit here and hold him in my mouth until the horniness abates.
There goes his hand in my hair again, this time fisting and twisting until he has it all in his palm and his fingers tugging at the root. A dark, erotic thrill shoots down my spine.
“Are you going to take my cum? Be my good little doll, take my cock wherever you can get it?”
Fuck. When was the last time someone dirty talked with me that wasn’t just calling me a slut and whore?
“Someone’s confident.”
I'm smacked in the face by his now-free dick, smearing precum across my cheek.
“Voltage usually is.”
His stage name. I like that. In fact, new fantasy unlocked and shoved away for later.
“You wanna be my doll, sweetheart?” His hand cups and cradles my jaw, pushing a thumb between my lips. “Want to take my cock down your throat?”
His other fingers stroke my neck. “Don't worry. I'll take care of everything. You just relax and let me fuck you.”
I close my eyes and melt into his touch, lips parting for his thumb to explore the warmth and wetness before I feel the smooth, velvety head of his dick on my tongue.
If he wants control, I’m perfectly willing to give it to him.
His fingers tighten in my hair, tugging my head back so his dick can slip further into my mouth. It's excruciatingly slow, but the taste of him, the anticipation of being filled … it has goosebumps slithering down my arms.
“I bet you look beautiful, Princess. Swallowing my cock so effortlessly.” He pushes forward, and the tip of his cock touches the back of my throat.
The shallow thrusts of his hips keep me from gagging, but when he tilts my head back and sinks his entire cock in me?
Oh my God. Fuck.
My lungs burn like a motherfucker, and my throat tastes like stomach acid, but I fight tooth and nail not to choke, to hold him like a good little doll.
“Swallow, sweetheart.”
