As I stared into his eyes, I started undoing his belt, and then went to his button and zipper. I pulled the side open and tore my gaze from his to stare down at his dark briefs. His cock was a hard line pressing against the material, so thick and big that my pussy throbbed at the memory of him being buried inside of me.
“God,” he groaned.
When I glanced up, I watched as he reached behind with one hand and gripped the edge of the slab of wood, as if to balance himself, to keep himself stable.
I licked my lips, so hungry for him. The fierce growl that came from Matthew had me clenching my thighs together to try and stem off my arousal, but all it did was add pressure to my clit and have me gasping.
And then I reached out and grabbed the edge of his briefs, pulling them down. His cock sprang free, the tip already wet with pre-cum, his heavy breathing urging me on.
His shaft was thick and long, the vein underneath the length visible as blood rushed beneath the surface of the velvety skin. I curled my fingers around the root of his dick, his girth so massive my fingers didn’t even touch. My mouth watered, as if it knew what I was about to do would need all the lubrication it could get.
And then I leaned forward, opening my mouth wide and taking in the head of his cock, forming my lips around the tip and running my tongue along the slit. The whole time I kept my gaze trained right on Matthew. He had his eyes locked right on me, this almost feral expression on his face. His mouth was parted slightly as he breathed harshly.
My head spun and I closed my eyes, hollowing out my lips and taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. He tasted salty but sweet. He tasted like everything I always wanted and finally had.
I really got into it then, opening my throat and taking as much of him as I could, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. My eyes watered so much a single tear slipped out of the corner. But I didn’t want to stop. I never wanted to. I wanted more, so much more.
I started bobbing my head up and down, humming around his length. What I couldn’t reach with my mouth I stroked with my hand, using them in tandem to get him off. I wanted his cum deep in the back of my throat, wanted to swallow it, wanted to take that into me the same way he’d taken my orgasm into him as he ate me out.
My pleasure was breath-stealing, mind-numbing in that moment.
I felt his hands in my hair, his fingers digging at my scalp. He pulled at the strands until the pain and pleasure mixed as one.
“That’s it, Ivy. That’s so fucking it.” The deep rumble that came from him spurred me on.
I gripped his thighs, curled my nails into his legs, and mouth-fucked him. My gag reflex was strong every time he pushed his hips farther into my mouth, the crest of his cock hitting my throat. And then he’d still, buried all the way in, the oxygen leaving me as he forced me to take every last inch of him.
And I did.
I wanted to make him feel good. Because in turn that made me feel good.
“God, Ivy. Baby.”
I opened my eyes and looked up at him, seeing the way his abdomen was clenched, his six-pack in stark relief. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back. He looked like he was in the throes of ecstasy.
“Christ, if you don’t stop I’m going to come.”
I hummed around his cock and held onto his thighs tighter when he went to pull away. I shook my head, moving my tongue up and down the underside of the length, moaning at the taste of him.
“Fucking hell, Ivy.” His hands tightened in my hair and I made a small sound in the back of my throat.
And then he started thrusting his hips back and forth, driving his dick deep in my mouth. My eyes still watered, the need to taste him, to have his seed sliding down the back of my throat too much of a temptation.
I started stroking his cock with my hand, the part I couldn’t reach, the need to feel him let go strong. I wanted to be the one to get him off like this, to have him so mindless with his pleasure he couldn’t control himself, couldn’t stop himself from coming.
“Shit,” he grunted out. “Don’t stop until I’m shooting my load into your throat, until you’re swallowing every last drop.” He sounded frenzied, harsh as he demanded those things.