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"Good girl." The words fall off his lips with practice, but there's nothing put-on about it. He's here, in the moment, with me. "On your knees."
This time, I do as he asks. I slip off him and fall onto the floor of the car.
"Unzip me." He spreads his legs to give me room.
I undo the button of his slacks. The zipper.
His cock springs free from the silky fabric of his boxers. My fingers brush his flesh.
"Show me," he demands.
I fall into the spell. I wrap my hand around him and bring my lip to his tip. One soft brush to taste him, then I wrap my lips around him.
I don't want to tease.
I want to taste him.
I want to feel him come.
I take him deeper. I press my tongue against his base.
I pull back and do it again.
One of his hands goes to the back of my head. The other goes to my breast. He guides me as he toys with me.
Gently, but with enough force I feel him there.
But I want more. The next time I take him, I suck a little harder.
His lips part with a groan, so I do it again.
Then one more time.
He feels so good in my mouth. The firm flesh. The soft skin. The sense I'm somehow in control and losing control at once.
Everything I need.
And all that desire in his eyes, his posture, his groans.
I take him again and again.
His groans run together.
Then he's there, groaning my name as he comes, pulsing against my lips, spilling inside my mouth.
Fast, yes.
But that only makes me feel sexier, more skilled, more in and out of control.
I wait until he's spilled every drop, then I pull back, and I swallow hard.
"Fuck." He looks down at me with an intoxicating mix of pride and need. "Bad girl." He says it with so much affection, I know he means it as a compliment. "I'm coming on your tits next time."
My cheeks flush. My chest too. "When is that?"
"Whenever I fucking decide."
Somehow, I know exactly what to say. "Or maybe whenever I decide."
