“You fucker,” I reply snidely. I smile at him and laugh. He takes my waist around his arms and pulls me tight against him.
His embrace is comforting and firm, and as always, I feel safe. I don’t want to let him go. I run my hands up and down his body—his perfect, toned, strong body.
As my hands caress him, Darcy rubs my back and my waist. His touch has always been enough to make me shake, and he makes my heart race. Every stroke against my skin is suspenseful.
I never know what to expect next from him. I really love that he keeps me on my toes, always on the verge of something exciting—or better yet, something sexy.
My hands find the front of his pants and my thumb latches to the inside of his seam, tugging at them. I unfasten the button and lower his zipper slowly and sensually, giving him my best bedroom eyes and doing my best to set the mood.
“Shit, Lizzie. You’re so fucking hot,” blurts Darcy. He’s got me locked in his gaze as I’m at his feet and that damn hand of his is at the back of my head. When he holds me in place, ready to force my throat onto his cock...it’s just about my favorite feeling in the entire world.
I love being Darcy’s slut. I have ever since the first time I slobbered on his cock in this very room.
Darcy shifts his hips around in front of me, growing impatient with my seduction tactics. It’s actually impossible to tease him as much as he teases me. I bend to him every time.
As he wiggles his hips, his cock escapes from the front hole in his boxers and waits eagerly at attention right in my face.
I grip the base of his cock and slowly stroke my way up to the tip and back down. Feeling his cock in my hand sends a shock of excitement through my body, and I’m already buzzed on his intoxicating scent.
Darcy places his hands on his hips and lifts his head toward the ceiling. He takes in a deep breath, and as he exhales, he lets out a soft moan at my touch. As I stroke his man meat, I watch his entire body as it flexes in different places as I twist or change the tightness.
I love making him squirm.
I bring my mouth to the head of his cock. I place my lips on it and kiss playfully, still with my grip on the shaft of his cock. I hear him gasp as I swirl my tongue around his cock head and wrap my lips around him, teasing his frenulum with my tongue before plunging him further into my mouth.
“Fuck, Lizzie, that fucking mouth. Mmmm, babe, don’t stop doing that,” Darcy exclaims as I bob my head against his throbbing man meat.
My hand meets the edge of my lips, and I stroke and suck him at the same time, creating multiple stimuli for him and making him twitch at each full motion of my hand–mouth combo.
I spit out his cock and move my hand from his shaft down to his balls and massage them playfully and happily as I lap at his cock with my tongue. I lick up and down the entire length. I coat all twelve inches of that motherfucker with my saliva and shove it back into my mouth, sucking hard.
I push his cock against my throat and swallow it as far down as it goes, my lips now pressed against the rest of his body.
I pull my head back and forth, guiding his cock in and out of my throat, my tongue gliding along his cock all the way. I rotate my head slightly, just to add to the fun. He shudders, and I feel his cock twitching in my throat.
I moan as loud as I can, sending vibrations against his cock trapped in my windpipe.
He puts his hand on my head and holds my skull in place and starts thrusting onto my face. I push back against his hand in a playful struggle for control over each other—a game we’re both now well familiar with.
As my throat is held open by his massive cock, my mouth tightens on the base of him, and he throbs hard and shoots his precum right down my throat. I swallow against it reflexively and feel him twitch hard against my throat.
“Oh my god, Lizzie. Son of a bitch,” Darcy moans. “Keep doing that.”
I find a way to bob my head, sucking his cock and swallowing against his thick shaft at the same time. He can’t resist the urge to just hold me in place with his hands and fuck the ever loving shit out of my face.
I relax myself and just take his cock coming at me with as much force as ever. I feel him throb and pulse hard in my mouth and throat, and I can feel the impending explosion building up in him.
“Fuck, Lizzie, I’m coming!” screams Darcy. I pull my head away, and he takes his cock in his hand and strokes it hard. I press my tits together and push them up and out, inviting him to come all over them.
As cum shoots from the head of his swollen cock, it flies upward onto my face. I feel it land on my forehead and on my cheeks, and I gasp and open my mouth in a wide, approving grin. Some land right on my tongue as it continues to expel from his cock.
A second accretion of cum explodes from his cock and travels directly onto my tits. As it ejects, cum from my cheeks rolls down and meets the cum on my chest, and it all continues to roll down my body, making my clothes wet.
It’s all over my scarf and my cleavage. It’s in my bra, and I can even feel it dripping down my torso and against my belly button.
I feel like such a dirty little slut with his cum just staining all of my attire, and it’s still rolling down my skin and pooling at my curvature. I want nothing more than to be used to please his monstrous cock.
I look up at Darcy. He’s sizing me up, his eyes traveling every inch of my body and paying extra mind to my glistening skin and sopping-wet clothing. If only he knew how wet I was right now.