Page 16 of Pumpkin
“What if I do something for you then?” I pick up my sandwich and take a big bite.
His brows rise as he eats. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to see it. I want to feel it, and…” I feel a little nervous saying the next part.
“And?”
“I want to taste it.”
He takes a deep inhale as he bites his sandwich, chewing slowly like he’s struggling with his control.
“Please, Fin. I want to do it all with you. I want to know what it’s like to have you in my mouth. Down my throat.”
He chokes then coughs, recovering quickly before he says, “That mouth of yours is dirty, sugar.”
“I want to be your dirty girl,” I say, feeling bold and sexy. He seems to love it when I tell him what I want, and I love seeing him react. It’s intoxicating.
He growls.Growls.Then rises from his chair. “Then get down on your knees and come get it.”
“OK.” Nervous and excited butterflies flap about in my stomach and flutter in my chest as I lower myself to the ground.
“Naked.”
“Oh.” I pull the shirt from my body and leave it on the floor, moving to him on my knees. I watch his strong fingers work his length, and the glistening of precum on his tip, and I can’t help myself, I lick my lips.
“Look how excited you are.”
“I want to touch you,” I whisper.
“Then touch me.” He releases himself and groans as I reach up and slide my hands down his chest, lower, lower.
I feel his stomach jolt beneath my fingers. “Feel good?”
“Hmm.” He nods, and his breathing catches as I stroke lightly up his shaft. Then his cock jumps when I wrap my hand around it’s girth.
“Is this OK?” I ask, moving my hand up and down like the porn stars do on the internet.
“It’s more than OK.” His voice goes thick, his eyelids looking heavy.
“Can I lick it?” I’ve never had a dick in my mouth, and I really want to know what his cum tastes like.
“As long as you don’t bite it, you can do anything you like.”
With my eyes on his, I take a long slow lick right over that swollen head. It’s salty, like I just ate a fresh oyster from the sea.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He’s given me so many compliments tonight, butthisone, coupled with the way his fingers caress the side of my face and the doting look in his eyes, makes me feel as though he’s the first person to truly see me. For a girl who’s stood in the shadows, spending her lifetime feeling overlooked, this is the biggest come to Jesus moment I’ve ever had. I’m gorgeous. In the eyes of this man—the only man who’s ever mattered to me—I’m gorgeous.
No more hiding.
“I love you, Fin.” I smile then lick his tip again, sucking a little before I open my mouth wide and take him inside. I barely make it past that ridged part where the helmet becomes the shaft when his fingers grab my hair and he hisses, “Stop.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
He hauls me to my feet and sits me on the table, standing between my legs. “No, sugar. You’re perfect.” He leans in and sucks my lip into his mouth, nibbling lightly as he probes at my center with his thick tip. “I just won’t last long with that sweet mouth on me. And if I’m gonna come, I want it to be inside my girl.”
A huge grin spreads across my face and I shift my hips closer, urging him inside. “I want that too.”
With his eyes locked on mine, he pushes in, deeper, deeper. I hook my legs around his waist, heels in his ass and I open my mouth in ecstasy. Who knew feeling so stretched and full would feel so good?
