Page 30 of Smoke

She licks her lips first, getting them nice and wet, before rolling the tip of her tongue across the underside of my shaft. I immediately lean back and let out a moan. She made that move just for me. My belly flips and a wave of heat rolls through me. Fuck, I could get lost in her…

“Mmm. You taste good.” She wraps her tattooed hand around the base of my cock, wriggling her delicate fingers into a firm grip.

“Deep breath, baby girl.” I lower her head to my cock with one hand and hit record with the other.

She lets out a loud dramatic moan as she slides her lips down my cock. Fuck that feels amazing. I pull her strands taut in my palm and shove her head down. “Good girl. Choke on daddy’s dick.”

It’s not going to take long for me to cum at this angle. I’m buried so deep inside her throat, I’m amazed she hasn’t tried to come up for air. She keeps moaning and whimpering as she twirls her tongue around my cock, sucking and gently scraping her teeth while I thrust.

“That’s good, baby. Fuck yeah. You looks so pretty like this.” I zoom in closer, making sure to get a clear shot of my thick cock sliding in and out of her swollen lips. Then I pan back again to make sure this fucker sees how big my forearm is. It’s almost as wide as her head.

She nestles in even closer, spreading my thighs apart so she can press her tits against them. A low humming erupts from her and I’m a fucking goner.

I let go of her hair and pinch her chin. “Let’s get that throat nice and wet now.” I thrust hard and am shocked again at how she takes it. Omen was right, this woman has no gag reflex. Now that’s something I can thank the Lord for.

She cups my balls, pushing me over the edge.

Fuck.

I almost drop the phone when a wave of spasms seize my cock. The blood rushes forward, making me clench and grind in deeper. I slide my hand down her neck and wrap it around the base of her throat. “Oh, yeah. Fucking drink. Mmm.” I’m obsessed with the way her throat bobs against my palm.

But I want to paint her lips white too. I yank her head back before she can drink me dry and finish on her face. Like a good fucking girl, she helps, gripping my cock steady and letting me spray my cum all over her mouth and chin.

“Oh fuck, Cherry.”

She licks her lips and smiles at the camera. “Thanks, daddy. I was so thirsty.”

I flip it around to show my face. “Lose my girl’s fucking number.” I glare hard into the lens before hitting stop on the record button.

Cherry rests her head on my thigh. “That was fun. I like the way you taste.”

I stroke her head. “I wasn’t too hard on you was I?”

She giggles. “You could’ve been rougher actually.”

My belly flips again. She was fucking made for me. “Noted for next time.” I wink at her.

As I watch her put her shirt back on and stagger into the kitchen to go make us coffee, another ache festers. This one pulls at my heart strings. I’m more into her than I thought. It’s her scent, her laugh, her work ethic… all of the things she does and says that keeps pulling me in deeper.

I can feel the sloppy grin taking over my face when she hands me a piping-hot dose of black coffee. I feel like a fucking lovesick puppy right now. “You taste good too. You know, from the other night… I hadn’t had a chance to tell you that yet.”

She blushes and this time it seems more innocent than carnal. “Thanks.”

“Alright, I’m going to hit send. You still good with that?” I ask.

She nods before taking a sip out of her steaming mug. “I’m going to be real fucking pissed if he makes good on his threats though, Scar.”

I smirk. She’s so fucking hot and adorable when she’s feisty. “If this backfires, you have permission to smack me around.”

This makes her giggle again. “That might turn me on actually.”

Fucking hell, I’m hard again. “You’re lucky I support small businesses. Otherwise, I’d say forget your customers and let me fuck you all day instead.”

Cherry licks her lips, a devious grin forming. And for a second I think she’s contemplating my offer. “Tempting, but I gotta pay the bills.”

“Mmm. And you look good doing it too.” I blow out a deep breath and will my erection down. “Fuck. I need to stop. I’m going to collect a raincheck on that later though.”

“No complaints here,” she purrs.