727 Cumming Ave. (Cherry Falls)

I plunge my finger in and out of my drenched pussy, in and out, to the knuckle, then back over and over as my mouth works and my nose is pressed hard against the crease of his inner thigh. As I suck, I cock my neck to the side, giving him everything he’s asked me for and more.

The grip on my hair tightens in his hand as he curses and praises me at the same time. It’s hard to believe how enthralled I am with him. My body is ready to explode as my fingers work between my legs, my own arousal spilling into my palm as I slip from my opening to my clit, spit spilling from my mouth, my tongue starting to ache as I lap and lick in the tight space where Mason has me positioned.

“Good girl. That’s enough,” he says, just as my neck starts to ache from the angle and I come up with a breathy gasp, stars dancing in my eyes. “But you’re not done. You want my cum?”

“Yes,” I mutter, nodding and trying to stay focused as my own pleasure builds, swiping the back of my hand over my spit-slick chin.

“You want to take me down your throat, don’t you? You want me to fuck your dirty mouth just like I want?”

I nod, opening my mouth, sticking my tongue out in invitation as I look up. His hands move to his jacket, peeling it off his arms, then he works off the tie and his shirt, until he’s naked, glorious, like a God standing over me. And I’m kneeling at his altar, praying for his gift.

He rubs his chin, admiring me there on my knees as he steps forward. I reach for his cock, taking the base and aiming it toward my open mouth.

“Greedy for me? I like that,” he rumbles as I stick out my tongue and the tip slides forward. “Remember to relax. Your throat is mine to fuck, but it’s your job to trust me and let me in.”

I concentrate as he pushes forward, closing my lips around him, his hands resting on my head, guiding me.

“Soft lips, soft tongue, soft throat, baby.” He eases in and out, letting me breathe, getting used to him at the back of my throat for a few seconds before he pulls back. “Good girl.”

He fills my mouth and my throat as I close my eyes and squeeze my pussy, pulsing my inner muscles tight, which I find to my delight stems the feeling that I need to choke, so I go with it.

When he presses forward, I clench my Kegels hard. He slips farther down, then back and farther yet. We settle into a rhythm as I make small, wet gurgling noises and his breathing speeds up.

Before I know it, his hair is against my lips, I’ve taken him all the way in and my eyes water as spit spills down my chin, but I’m so proud.

“Fuck, yes, baby. You did it. You took every inch like a good student.”

Just as my throat starts to resist, he pulls back, a possessive gleam in his eyes as I wrap my lips around the tip and he pops it in and out then plunges deep, and each time it gets easier.

I reach up and take his balls in my hands, massaging and caressing them, knowing inside is the prize I’m working toward. Mason must sense what I’m thinking as he lets out a low chuckle, and I look up to see lust and pride in his eyes.

“Open wide, little flame. I’m going to give you what you want. You’ve taken your lesson very well. I’m close, baby, get ready…just keep that pace, I’m gonna blow down your tight throat…”

I drop one hand between my legs, desperate for my own building tension to release as blood rushes through my ears and Mason’s grip on my head turns savage. He drives in and out of my mouth like a madman, taking what he wants, and I love it more than I can express.

“Take it all, baby,” he roars into the night as the base of his cock pulses. I slide one hand up to grip his ass, digging my nails in, pulling him deeper.

The first hot spray of his load fills my throat, the head of his enormous cock seeming to triple in size as he lets loose.

I swallow, gagging around the bulbous head as it spasms, the savory, sexy flavor of him filling my mouth and throat.

He face fucks me through his climax, even as mine takes me. Stars dance in my eyes. Drool and cum and snot mix together, streaming down onto my chest as I spill my own warm release into my hand. Tears burn my cheeks as my jaw muscles ache, and he pulls at my hair until we are both spent and panting, seagulls chirping above us as the breeze cools our sweat-covered skin and Mason reaches down for my hands.