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I glared at him, not at all surprised that he was going to do this. Regardless, I didn't mind, despite the fact that I was nervous. Something about that intoxicating scent of his made me want to remain in his presence for as long as possible.
I placed a hand on his knee and tried to catch my breath.
There was something about him that made me too nervous, too needy. I could barely even meet his eyes, and I knew he was enjoying every bit of watching me squirm and tremble.
I took in deep breaths and eventually looked up to gaze into his eyes. They were sparkling, excited perhaps, or unreadable? I wasn’t sure. But when my gaze lowered once again to his crotch, I, for once, received a very accurate judgment of how he currently felt.
His bulge was pressing against the fabric of his slacks, and it was impressive. Without the ability or reason to delay any further, my hands went to his buckle. He shifted without me needing to ask, giving me all the access I needed. In no time, the buckle was undone, and I was staring down at his button.
It was getting harder, and my heartbeat was raging, but it was too late to turn back. I reached out and grabbed the button. This one was a little harder to take out of its hole, and I knew he was enjoying every minute of it. Eventually, when my gaze connected with his, I couldn’t miss the smile curving the corner of his lips.
I nearly rolled my eyes but looked out at the setting sun. I knew that sooner or later, someone somewhere would be searching for me, so I had to get this over with. Hopefully, I wouldn’t regret it. As he lifted suddenly and pulled his zipper down, and I glimpsed the dark briefs beneath, I didn’t give a care about regret.
It was unusual for me to be so lust-driven, but this man was a once-in-a-lifetime delicacy that I had to have, even if it would solely be for telling the story afterward. So, boldly, I reached into his briefs and felt his cock.
It was satiny smooth, heated, and the light dusting of hair across his crotch tickled my hand. My lips parted then to support my breathing, and I couldn't help but glance back at the door to ensure that no one would come in, as I, for sure, would never be able to live beyond the shame.
I wished I could go back once again to check, but when I turned back and saw that he had pulled his cock out and it was staring gloriously back at me, any subsequent thoughts were wiped out of my head.
I had never given much thought to cocks in general and had nothing interesting to say about
them, especially given I had seen only two in my lifetime. But this one, I nearly gasped out in wonder.
It was fucking gorgeous.
Thick, long, pink, clean… my mouth instantly began to water.
I looked up at the man, then, wondering what it was exactly about him that made me so attracted to him.
Before I could think too much, however, and possibly talk myself out of this, I reached for the root and circled my hand around it. It filled my grip in the most gorgeous, sexy way, and for a moment, I wanted to take a picture. I looked to my side, then, glimpsing where I had absentmindedly set my camera and wondered if I could indeed do so.
Suddenly, his frame began to shake, and when I looked up, I realized that it was in amusement.
"What is it?" I asked, his smile nearly taking my breath away.
"You're not seriously considering taking a picture, are you?" he said, and I couldn't help but be amused as well, although thankfully, I had the good sense enough to hide it.
I did go on to ask, though, because why not?
"Can I?" I asked, and his brows furrowed in surprise.
He went completely silent, and I instantly knew what the response would be. So, before he could have one of his sudden bursts of anger once again like the last time, I lowered my head and covered the head with my mouth.
His scent was the first thing that overwhelmed me. He smelled clean and wealthy, just the way his body was, and it instantly removed any hesitation whatsoever I would have held in going further, thanks to one of my prior two experiences being absolutely traumatizing.
But this time around, I was nearly frantic with excitement.
Shutting my eyes, I ran my tongue across the slightly damp head and loved the little twitch of his cock. The reaction spurred me on, and so in the next breath, I covered him even more fully and hollowed my cheeks to suck as hard as I possibly could.
"Hm," he shuddered slightly at the resulting sensation, and I was rewarded with a small but sweet burst of precum. The moment I tasted it, I didn't want a single drop of it to go to waste, and so I lapped it all up immediately and then sucked him even harder for more.
He kept leaking, and slowly growing wild for him, I began to stroke his length as well. I loved his girth even more than the length, which was quite intimidating, but the more my enjoyment of him increased, the more audacious I became.
As soon as I had gotten my feel of the head, I lifted myself up slightly just so I could take him deep. As deeply as he could possibly go, all the way to the back of my throat.
It was a lot to handle at first, but his slight gasps and restless movements on the couch, though little, encouraged me to keep moving. On the way up, I tightened my lips as hard as I could and sucked him all the way back to the tip.
"Hm," he said. "Hm. Doing good."
