"Yeah, that stuff is fine, but it’s just a fantasy. Escapism. I guess that’s why I became a writer; sometimes I need to escape to a place of my own, one where men aren’t assholes and don’t cheat on the women they pretend to love."
"Well," he sits up in his chair, taking his feet off of the desk, "I’d never cheat on a woman, although I’m still an asshole. So I guess I only half-fit that theory of yours."
"You do, but you’re an alright asshole, I guess," I smile, taking one step toward him. He goes up to his feet, and my heart starts picking up the pace as his shadow falls over me.
"That’s a pretty big compliment, coming from you," he grins, closing the distance between us. "So what does this make of us? Damaged goods?"
"Maybe," I nod, "but who cares? We’re just having fun, right?"
"It sure seemed like you were having fun yesterday," his grin widens some more, and my heart starts pumping warm blood to between my thighs. Yeah, I guess I know where this is going.
"You were a man of your word. You said you’d show me a good fucking, and you did. I’m thinking it’s time I repay the favor."
"Is that so? And how would you do that?" he asks me, his eyes locked on mine.
"By showing you what a good sucking looks like."
Without taking my eyes o
ff of his, I place both of my hands on his chest. Moving slowly, I go down to my knees, my hands sliding down his pectorals and abs leisurely. I let them go down to the hem of his jeans, but I decide against pulling them down right away. I learned something yesterday; sometimes it’s better to be patient, no matter how urgent everything may seem.
I let my fingers wander down to his crotch and, using only one fingertip, I start tracing the contour of the growing shape under his jeans. I go up and down, feeling his long inches pulse against my fingers, and then I just lower the palm of my hand over his cock. He exhales sharply as I do it, his shaft pulsing harshly, and I start pressing on it.
Looking up at him, I let a grin take over my lips as I start leaning in. I tilt my head sideways and, parting my lips, I rest them against his thick shape. I use my teeth to gently nibble at it and, the moment I hear his groan of pleasure, I act fast: grabbing at the rough fabric of his jeans, I use both my hands to pull it to the side in opposite directions. The top button resists but, once it pops out, the rest follows quickly, and that probably with the help of his cock.
His cock is tenting up his boxer briefs, straining against the fabric like a caged animal. Once again, I use just one fingertip to trace the contour of his cock, but this time I do it more than just once. I do it four, five times, and it almost feels like his cock has gotten harder. I press my lips against his thick shape, sucking him eagerly over the fabric of his underwear, and he rests both of his hands on the top of my head.
With my fingers hooked on the hem of his boxers, I take my mouth off of his cock and then start lowering his boxer briefs. The moment I see the tip of his cock, I just tug on the fabric and send it flying down to his ankles with his jeans. He kicks his clothing off in a hurry and, as he does it, I go back up to my feet, but just for the time it takes me to push him back and force him to sit down on his chair. Once that’s done, I’m down on my knees again.
Placing my hands on his knees, I slide them up to his inner thighs, and then grab his shaft with my hands. I close in on him, and he spreads his legs wide so that I can fit right between them. Looking up at him, my eyes on his, I part my lips with my tongue and, as slowly as I can, start leaning into him.
I feel him tense up the moment I touch his shaft with the tip of my tongue, the warmness of his thick cock spreading to me in a fraction of a second. I run my tongue down the length of his shaft, taking it as low as his balls, and then go back to his tip, circling it with slow seductive movements. I can hear his breathing growing ragged, his chest rising and falling at a hurried rhythm as he closes his eyes and throws his head back against the headrest of his chair.
"Fuck, you’re good," he tells me without opening his eyes, an expression of pure bliss taking over his face.
"I’m just getting started," I purr, slowly lowering my lips over his tip. I wrap them around his pulsing flesh, but I don’t go any deeper than I need to; I just focus on the tip of his cock, lapping at it with my tongue and making him go completely insane. He might have given me a fucking I won’t forget anytime soon, but I’m about to show him that I can also hold my own, and that using just my mouth.
He starts tangling his fingers in my hair, and I realize that he won’t be patient for much longer. If I push him past the edge of his limits, he’s just going to force me down his cock without waiting. But if he thinks I’m going to let him take the lead, he’s in for a surprise; moving fast, I roll my lips down his shaft, this time going as deep as is humanly possible. I close my eyes as I feel that soft skin around the root of his cock, and I hold my position there for a few seconds; only then do I make the hike up his shaft, inch by slow inch.
I take a deep breath as his cock pops out of my mouth, but not wanting to waste any time, I just grab his mast with both hands and start stroking him as I try to catch my breath. My hands move so fast they become a blur, and I smile as I feel him pulse steadily against my fingers. His eyes are still closed, but there’s a smile of surrender in his face—one that tells me he’s giving me free reign over his cock.
Well, that’s the right choice.
I take my mouth back to his shaft, and now it’s time to show him what I can do—all of it. Still grabbing his cock with one hand, I push my mouth down his whole length, only stopping when I meet the root of his cock once more. That’s when I start bobbing my head; I do it fast and mercilessly, tightening my lips around his shaft as I press against it with my tongue. His groans and sighs tell me that I’m on the right path, and this time there’ll be no stopping me; I’m going to suck him until the very end, whatever it takes. I want him to cum inside my mouth, to have his seed dripping down my chin and—oh, fuck, I’m really losing my mind. It seems that each second I spend with him is another step toward my transformation into a sex-crazed savage.
"You really know what you’re doing," he whispers, his hands on my head still feeling the sway of my body. I don’t even bother with a reply; that would mean stopping, and right now I’m in the zone. I doubt I’d stop sucking on him even if a SWAT team broke down his door and threw a grenade inside the room.
I caress his balls with my free hand, grabbing both of them and massaging them softly with my fingertips. He sighs loudly, and I know that it won’t take long for him to be dangling over the edge of pleasure. And so I do the only logical thing; I start going even faster. I go so fast that the muscles in my neck start cramping up, and even the bones in my jaw feel like they’re burning up. But I don’t let that stop me—oh no, I push through the pain, and I do it with a smile on my lips (or, well, I would do it with a smile if I didn’t have a twelve-inch cock right between them).
The moment I feel his cock twitching over my tongue, I know I’m on the right track. A few seconds more and I know that he’ll be filling up my mouth to the brim. And, to be honest, I can’t wait for that to happen. Grady begged countless times for me to allow him to cum in my mouth, but I always said ‘no’. I didn’t have a good reason to deny him that, I just didn’t want him to do it. But with Aidan … Well, it’s a whole different story with Aidan, but you’ve noticed that by now, haven’t you?
"Don’t stop, Abby, keep going," he says, his voice deep and harsh as if getting the words out is a herculean effort. I oblige happily, keeping up the rhythm and trying to forget about the fact that the muscles in my neck feel like they’re on fire. His cock starts twitching harder, and I can already taste the saltiness of his precum. This is it, the end zone.
"Fuck," Aidan groans harshly and then, at the same time, erupts inside my mouth. His cum gushes into me in a torrent, filling me up completely in a fraction of a second. I’ve never seen a man cum so much, and I didn’t even know it was possible before meeting—well, fucking—Aidan. Grady only filled a condom from time to time, and I thought that all men were like that. Okay, sure, it’s not fair to compare anyone to Aidan, I know that … But still.
His cum starts dripping down out of my lips, heavy drops making their way down my chin and onto my neck. He cums so much that I can’t help but pull out, a stream of semen hitting me straight in the face as I do it. I keep grabbing his cock, aiming it at my open mouth, but he’s shooting so much that it’s almost impossible to direct his raging river of semen into my mouth only. I feel his cum on my face, mouth and neck. The shirt I stole from him is now stained with cum, but I take my free hand to it and just pull at the fabric, making the buttons pop out with one quick movement. The buttons scatter around the floor as his cum flies straight into my naked tits, and I feel my nipples hardening as he covers them with his juices.
"That’s it," I whisper in a moan, the last strands of cum jumping from his cock onto my body. His cock spasms two last times around my fingers and then he’s finally done.