Page 69 of This Life and All the Rest
She’s breathless with her heightened arousal, and the question is laced with hope and nerves.
“You. I’m thinking of you,” I tell her honestly, roughly running my hand up and down my shaft.
“I’m thinking of tongue-fucking your sweet cunt while you’re laid out on my desk, covered in my clay handprints.”
“Yeah?” She flicks her eyes to mine quickly before dropping them back to my cock.
“Yes,” I say on a groan. “I’m thinking of having your cum dripping down my chin.”
I tense at the visual, pumping faster, chasing the tingling feeling. I close my eyes and drop my head back.
“I’m thinking of your lips wrapping around my hard cock, so I can fuck your throat nice and deep. Until you’re choking on me. Until I can come on your tongue.”
I’m pushed back a step and my eyes fly open to find Lennon moving to her knees in front of me. I freeze, stunned, as she looks up at me through those long as fuck lashes and wraps her hands around mine, guiding my cock to her mouth.
“Oh fuck, Lennon,” I breathe out.
She swirls her tongue around the tip of my cock, then closes her lips around it. I groan and drop my hands, letting her take over.
She licks up my shaft, pumps me a few times with her hand, and takes me into her mouth on her own, hollowing out her cheeks, then swallowing around me.
“Fuck, that talented mouth.”
She pulls off me for a moment and looks up at me.
“Fuck my throat,” she commands. “I want to taste you.”
“Christ,” I say, wasting no time.
I grip her jaw with one hand and rub it, the clay starting to dry and flake off. Then I use my other hand to glide the head of my cock back and forth over her tongue.
“You want this?”
She nods eagerly, so I push in slowly, giving her a chance to adjust. The moment I hit the back of her throat, she moans, and I can’t hold back any longer.
“Yes, this fucking filthy mouth,” I growl as I thrust in and out, hitting the back of her throat and making her gag.
I’m not going to last. Fuck, I want this to last.
“You want to taste my cum? Want me to dirty up your filthy little mouth?”
She moans in response, and the vibrations push me over the edge. I come with a long groan, spilling deep into her throat as she swallows around me.
When the last jolt of my climax fades, I pull out and step backwards, staring down at Lennon like the fucking goddess that she is.
“Remind me to thank the French,” I rasp, offering her my hand to help her back up.
She barks out a laugh as she lets me pull her to her feet.
She reaches out and pulls my joggers back up, tucking my dick inside them. I inhale sharply when her fingers brush the sensitive underside of the head, and she smirks. Evil little thing.
I watch as she bends down and picks up her shirt, pulling it back over her head. I try to keep my face neutral, but the realization fucking stings.
She’s leaving.
She’s just choked on my dick and now she’s leaving.
She glances again at the mess we’ve made, but I wave her off.
