Cherry Pie

“You want me to show you?” I whisper heatedly against his lips, nipping at them with my teeth as I slowly roll my hips into him. Slowly, I pull away and start to slide off of him, pushing off his lap as I slide to the floor between his legs. Marshall’s jaw clenches, fire roaring in his eyes as he watches me kneel in front of him, my hands sliding over his muscled thighs up to his boxers.

My fingers trace over his thick bulge, my pussy clenching and my body shivering with heat as I feel just how big he is. I pant, trembling as my hands slide higher, until my fingers hook into the waist of his boxers. I tug, pulling them down, and when the bulging base of his big cock slides into view, I actually moan out loud.

I give the boxers another tug, and this time, he raises his hips, and the boxers slide all the way to his knees. His cock springs free with a heavy slap against his chiseled abs, and my jaw drops.

Holy. Shit.

Marshall isn’t just big. He’s enormous. Enormous, thick, and gorgeous. I mean I’d never have imagined referring to a cock as “gorgeous,” but there’s seriously no other way to describe it. In our video chats, from before, we always kept things under underwear. Even when I touched myself for him, or when he stroked his cock, it was always under panties, and under boxers. To see him now, in the flesh, makes my pulse roar and my skin tingle into goosebumps.

Swollen, smooth, veined, and pulsing with need, for me. I gasp, staring at it mesmerized as it throbs in front of me. His swollen head pulses, and I gasp as I watch a big dollop of creamy white liquid bead at the tip and then slowly trickle down the underside of his shaft, leaving a glistening little trail.

He kicks his boxers off, and I lean forward, and before I can stop myself, I’ve slid my hand up to him. I gasp as my fingers curl around him, and Marshall groans as I tighten my grip. My fingers don’t even touch around his size, and I squeeze my thighs together as I feel a throb of wet heat pulse through my pussy. My fingers slide over him, running over the slick droplet from earlier. I pull my hand away, eyes dropping to the wetness on my finger. And slowly, I pull it towards my mouth, open my lips, and suck it clean.

“Good girl,” Marshall growls lowly, the words making me moan as I slide my hand back to him. I stroke my fingers up and down, panting at the way he’s somehow both so fucking hard and so velvety soft at the same time. His head swells, and I gasp as I watch another drop of that clear white liquid bead at the tip. I lean forward, open my mouth, and as my eyes swivel up to lock with his, I kiss the tip of his big cock.

Marshall groans, his hands pushing into my hair and tightening in a way that sends a thrill through me. I moan at the salty sweet taste of him, kissing his bulbous crown again as the naughtiness of what I’m doing throbs through me. My lips part, my pulse roars, and slowly, I slide my mouth down over his cock. He grunts, his hips automatically raising, his abs flexing, and his hands tightening in my long blonde hair.

“Fuck, Kendall,” he hisses through clenched teeth, fire blazing in his eyes as they lock with mine.

I slip my mouth off, panting, trembling with desire as I lick my lips.

“Does that feel okay?”

The fierce, hungry look in his eyes says it all, but when he gently tugs on my hair, coaxing my back down to his cock, I feel a thrill course though me.

“Your little mouth feels perfect, baby girl,” he growls, jaw clenching.

I moan as I slide my mouth back down onto him, slurping wetly on his crown. I’ve never done this before, but I have watched porn before. And I’m pretty positive I’m nowhere near a porn star in my ability to suck his cock, but something about him makes me want to “prove” myself. Something about the possessive, dominant power in this man makes me want to worship his cock.

Which is exactly what I do.

There, on my knees, I moan eagerly as I hungrily inhale his cock. I suck wetly, loudly, whimpering around him as I slurp on him. I take him as deep into the back of my mouth as I can, which I know isn’t that deep, but the way he groans and throws his head back in pleasure, and tightens his fingers in my hair has me moaning even louder around him as I push myself to go harder.