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Lyric
Ilift my hand to his face, his stubble rough against my palm. My little clam tingles at the thought of it scratching my inner thighs, and I don’t bother suppressing the shudder that works its way through me.
His fingers flex on my ass, the tips of them teasing the hem of my shirt. I can feel his restraint. I can feel him wanting to touch me, but he doesn’t. And he won’t.
"Lay down," I huskily murmur, lowering my voice to an octave I don't think it was ever meant to reach. It makes my throat lock up, and I sputter out a cough before regaining my composure.
Almost robotically, he makes his way to the bed. He lies on his back, his feet dangling over the end. It really looks like it’s on the verge of breaking, like his weight is too much for the frame.
It probably is. Seeing as I picked it up off the side of the road and haven’t bothered replacing it in the six years I’ve had it.
I shake myself, forcing myself back to the present. Clapping, I rub my palms together as I slowly approach the bed. His eyes are on me, and heat rushes through my body.
“Spread your legs,” I say, and he doesn’t even hesitate before he drags his feet to each corner of the mattress.
I climb up, nearly falling off the edge from the tall height. My nails dig into his shins as I right myself, giving him an apologetic smile as I settle between his legs.
“Let’s have a little look-see,” I mutter to myself, my heart suddenly slamming against my ribcage.
What the fuck am I doing?
I should be calling the police. I should be screaming for help.
I should be doing literally anything other than lifting this man’s kilt and reaching under. My fingers trail through the thick forest of sweaty pubes before I reach his magnificent man meat.
His thick, hard love sword is heavy in my hand, and so hot, it nearly sears my palm. He hisses as I wrap my fingers around him, feeling his foreskin shift as I begin stroking him.
“That’s it,” I murmur, smiling up at him. “You like when Mommy milks your big shaft, don’t you, pookie bear?”
My grip tightens, and his head lifts off the pillow, his body tightening. Leaning down, I nibble at his dark red mushroom head, making little snacking sounds.
“Nom nom nom,” I mumble around him. “So yummy. Mommy could just eat you right up.” My mouth opens, and I slide my tongue along the underside of his cock. His hand slams down onto the bed, and he bunches the comforter tightly in his fist.
Drool spills from my mouth onto his long pecker, soaking into the thicket of dark hair at his base. My hand twists as I wrap my mouth fully around him, sucking hard. Salty, briny precum fills my mouth, and my eyes roll back in my head.
“That’s it, honey. Give Mommy your spunk.” I suck harder, stroking and gagging and drooling.
He starts reciting the Lord’s prayer, and my laughter vibrates down his prick. His other hand slams against the headboard as he braces himself. My throat tightens around him, massaging his meat as I reach down and play with his hairy sac.
I pull off enough to say, “We’re gonna need to shave these fuzzy little orbs later, pretty boy. Mommy needs full access, and you need to be smooth for that.” Before he can reply, my mouth is back around him, and he’s praying again.
I tickle his cute little testicles, feeling them tighten as he barrels closer to his release. An idea pops into my head, and I let my fingers gather some of the saliva and sweat around the root of his cock before reaching between his buttcheeks. His darkest hole quivers as my fingers massage it.
“Not there, lass!” he cries, but I ignore him as I press my middle finger inside. His bussy stretches around the digit, and his feet fly off the bed. “Our Father, who art in Heaven!” His booming voice echoes off every corner of the wall. “Forgive me, Father!”
His body shakes as he tries to hold back his release, but I can’t have that. I wiggle my finger around, coaxing his prostate to give me that delicious, creamy, man milk.
Finally, he lets out a final shout, his body jackknifing and forcing his dick deeper in my throat.
I groan happily and slurp up every spurt of jizz with greedy satisfaction. When the flow of semen stops, I begrudgingly slip off him and lean back.
He stares at me with wide eyes, his chest heaving. It’s almost like the shock of getting the best blowie of his life has rendered him speechless.
“Yeah, I know. I’m the best blower in the East.” I smile proudly. “I’ve even won an award. Wanna see?”
I leap off the bed and snatch the golden dick off the floating shelf across the room. “My bestie, Story, gave it to me after I gave fourteen blowjobs in one week. Not my all-time record, but it was the first time I hit the teen’s.”
I stroke the thick vein wrapping around the trophy, happy tears filling my eyes. And my parents always said I wouldn’t amount to anything.
“Well, look at me now, Dad! I’m the World’s Best Cocksucker!” I hold it up over my head in victory. Looking back at Ian, I smile sweetly at him.
“Lass,” he starts, but hasn’t moved an inch. Pride fills me. I sucked that man’s soul right from his body.
“Go to sleep,” I say softly. “We have a big day tomorrow!”
To my utter amazement, his eyelids actually flutter shut. Poor guy must’ve been exhausted. Shrugging, I set my prized dick back on the shelf, shut the light off, and crawl into bed beside him.
I need to write a thank-you letter to whatever witch wrote the spell to bring this man to life.
