“What?” She frowned at my reaction. “I’ve had sex,” she said, shooting me a playfully offended look. “I’ve just never given a blowjob.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know.” Her bottom lip protruded as she continued stroking my dick, frowning in a way that was so inexplicably fucking cute that I thought I might blow my load right in her hands. “Because it seems really intimate.”
“Whereas other kinds of sex aren’t?”
“Not the same way. Taking cock is different than tasting it. Tasting it means it’s in your mouth. On your tongue.” She looked up at me. “I’ve just never wanted to do that,” she murmured. Then she wet those flushed lips. “Until now.”
Christ.
She already had me feeling weak. Just by fucking talking.
Brushing her hair back, I looked down at her angelic face looking back up at me.
“You want to taste my cock, Holland?” I asked, my voice husky.
I felt something melt inside me when she nodded so immediately. So excitedly. This fucking girl. Familiar feelings of warmth and affection flooded my body, fucking with my head as they mixed with my aching need to see my dick in her mouth. A million conflicting emotions warred in my chest as I gazed down at her.
But not a single one of them overpowered my lust.
“Go on then,” I murmured. “Taste it.”
And with those words, she re-gripped my shaft, taking another second to get herself visually acquainted with my size before her focus zeroed in on the thick bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip of my cock.
And then, as if it were a lollipop, she took the first little lick.
Fucking. Hell.
My thighs flexed, and a powerful shudder rippled through
my body. Just one swipe of her tongue—now two—and I was in heaven. A sinful heaven that rolled my eyes back and sank me so deep in my pleasure that I didn’t even know when I’d started pulling her hair.
“Suck on it,” I directed, watching her promptly open her mouth and take as much of me as she could.
I groaned, tightening my grip on her hair as she sucked eagerly, her mouth so warm and wet on me, forcing me to fight the need to close my eyes, because as much as I wanted to drown in how incredible it felt, I needed to watch too. I needed to memorize every second of Holland Maxwell kneeling at my feet, her blonde head bobbing to and fro, looking right at home on my cock. She was getting comfortable. Going faster. Plumping her big tits in her hands as she took an impressive amount of me in her mouth, between those lips. Those fucking lips. They looked so pretty wrapped around me—so glossy and pillowy even as they stretched to accommodate my thickness.
For Christ’s sake, she was pure perfection, her cheeks dewy and her eyes bright as she looked up at me while sucking my dick like it was candy.
The pleasure had my eyelids feeling unbearably heavy, and I felt a smirk curving my mouth as she gave a little mmm.
“I take it you like it,” I said, my voice coming out in a rasp.
“Mm-hm,” she answered with her mouth full, sending a sweet vibration humming over my shaft.
She was worshipping my cock now, getting it so wet, doing so fucking good that I knew I needed to stop her soon. Though I didn’t want to. At all. I wanted more of her plump lips suctioned around my cock. More of her hollowing cheeks and her greedy, wet tongue bathing my shaft. But if I didn’t stop her now I was going to do everything I wanted to do to her. I was going fuck her mouth. Make her choke. Hold her head in place as I flooded her throat with my cum. And I had a hell of a hunch that she couldn’t take any of that, so drawing on my every last ounce of control, I gripped her jaw, pulling her swollen lips off my shaft and wincing as I growled, “Get up.”
11
HOLLAND
I felt like sex.
Pure, filthy sex as I returned to my feet, standing before Iain with my lips swollen, my tits out and my pussy soaking through the pale blue panties I’d chosen for tonight.
I was still panting for breath as he stared me down, his eyes fiery and his jaw clenched. His fist was already jerking his cock in the absence of my mouth, and his voice was tinged with an uncharacteristic hint of urgency as he said, “Take your dress off.”
I did as I was told, pushing it the rest of the way down my body along with my panties, till they were puddled in a ring of cotton around my sneakered feet.