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My cock is leaking precum as I stare at my best friend—her round middle and glistening pussy causing me to lose every logical thought I possess. “Eres bella.”
“So is your mouth. Use it.”
My stomach drops and the pool of arousal in my groin deepens.
Damn, Angie.
Before I can get a taste, the warm, earthy smell of her cunt washes over my senses, heightening my need for her. I gently lick a stripe through her slit, collecting and following her wetness as it leads me home. I tease her clit with a hardened, fluttering tongue and once again, her fingers slice through my hair and clutch in, the sound of her heavy breathing stirring my own desire.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it,” she gasps. “Oh my god, I’m almost there,” she says like she can’t believe it herself. But getting her off as fast as possible and as many times as I can manage has been my own personal goal. Sure, sometimes I like to tease her and build her up until she’s reduced to nothing more than a whining, whimpering sub begging for relief. But most of the time, I want her to light up in ecstasy until she’s whining and whimpering for me to stop.
I thrust two fingers inside her and curl them across that rough patch. “Please come on my face, Ma’am. Ungh, use me.”
“Fuck,” she chokes out, pulling hair until I feel the sting lance through my scalp and down my neck. Her whole body clenches, everything from her shoulders to cunt to her feet constrict, trying its best to keep me right where I am.
Far be it from me to deny her body what it wants.
My hand fucks her through her orgasm and I suck her clit harder, growling into her spasming flesh until she’s crying from overstimulation several minutes later.
“I can’t take any more,” she exclaims, pushing my head away from her warm center as a trail of saliva forms a bowed line between us. Her hooded eyes and gaping mouth stare at me. “That… You’re… You’re a very good boy.”
Her words comfort and reward me. “Gracias.”
But when she sits up abruptly and takes my belt in both hands, I think she’s about to rip my pants off so that I can bury myself inside her. Instead, she whips my throbbing erection out and proceeds to push me down to where she was just laying, and quickly swallows the head of my cock.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper out of shock. “You don’t have to do this, Ang.” In all our time fooling around with each other, I’ve been hesitant to let her go down on me. It feels too mutual for what we’re doing. But when her velvety wet tongue slides down my shaft, her face softens, her eyes close, and she fucking purrs.
Dios Mio, que rico se siente. Mi angelita con esos labios tan pecadores / Oh my god, it feels so good. My little angel with those sinful lips.
Her slick hand slowly jerks me as she takes her mouth off just long enough to say, “I want to, baby. I want this so bad. Give me this.”
The last thread of my resolve gives a valiant if not pathetic sounding reply. “Do you… Don’t you want me inside you?”
Her mouth pops off my cockhead, but she nuzzles her face against my shaft like it’s a jade face roller and it’s going to cure all her skincare needs. “I want this more,” she pants, then her seductive gaze shoots to mine. “Tell me you want this too, Raf.”
Raf.
Me.
She could have said slut—my subby name I love but has a clear distinction of what roles we play. She could have said baby—the name that makes me soar with giddy pleasure but leaves me a little confused still. Maybe that’s because we only say it in the heat of the moment. When she says it, the door to my vulnerability blows open, and it’s precisely because of that exposure that I submit and fall into her.
But Raf. I’m always Raf to her. That’s who she knows outside the bedroom, the car, the games. That is who she trusts. That is who dances with her. That is who will raise children with her.
Maybe I’m thinking too much. Maybe I’m reading into nothing and I should simply erase my intrusive thoughts and mindlessly give in to the hedonistic pleasure she’s eager to give me.
“I want it,” I whisper, deciding to think about this later because the idea of stopping her right now is a crime.
Angie’s mouth envelopes me once again and her tight right fist strokes down to the base and back up to meet her lips. She slides her other fingers through the dripping saliva, and then presses her fingertips against my taint, slowly stroking me and causing me to moan louder than I expect.
She pops off my cock for a second—only an inch or two away—to marvel at me while still stroking my shaft and kneading behind my balls. “Look at you, taking my mouth like a good boy.”
Oh shit. I’ve never heard someone phrase it like that and it sets me off even more. Me voy a morir / I’m going to die.
Once again pushing her tight mouth around my length, she slides herself down and takes as much as she can fit. This might be the sloppiest blowjob I’ve ever had, which is to say the best. It’s so precise, but wet, nasty, and erotic at the same time. Her left hand searches up from my taint to my tightening sac and she plays with my balls, all while moaning around my cock.
“Goddammit, Ang. I mean Ma’am,” I correct. She doesn’t lift off but I can feel her smile. I want to praise her, but that’s not what this is. “Thank you so much, Ma’am. Thank you. Thank you,” I chant. I don’t know how many more times I thank her because my brain is gone, replaced by my impending climax curling into a tight pressurized bundle in my stomach.
“I’m going to come,” I grit. “Where do you want it?” Her stunning blue eyes fixate on mine and it’s a death glare if I ever saw one. Hoping I’m reading the right message she’s sending, I ask, “You want me to come in your mouth?” She nods like of course I do and if you don’t, I’ll murder you. “You got it,” I breathe. “Fuck. Yes, yes…” I moan through my release as it shoots out and paints the inside of her luscious pink mouth.
