Page 39 of Mr. Romantic (Mister 2)

Easy, Nolan.

“Fuck, yes, Ivy. That’s perfect.” I can feel her smile around my cock and I take my attention back to her pussy. I let go of her hair and use my fingers to spread her open, then sit up a little so I can lick her clit.

“Oh, my God,” she says, my dick falling out of her mouth.

“What?”

“That feels so good.”

Shit, that boring boyfriend guy must not know how to lick pussy, because this is basic stuff.

Well, I have no complaints about that. She will never forget the way I eat pussy. I’m going to ruin her for life with this night.

I ease a finger in and wish I could lick her everywhere, finger her, and fuck her all at the same time.

She moans and wiggles, but she doesn’t stop again. Her mouth is so full of saliva, I can feel it dripping down onto my balls. So I pump her a little harder. Soft and slow is nice, but the hard fuck is what makes girls come.

“Do you like it?” I ask.

“Mmmm,” she moans.

“Come,” I say. “Come like this and then I’ll make you come again. I’ll make you come all night if you want, but I want to taste it right now.”

Her moans get deeper and I know she’s close, so I grab her hair again and start thrusting my cock inside her mouth. She gags, pulls back. But I hold her there. Waiting for it. Waiting for her throat to constrict, to grip me tight. And when that happens, she clenches her pussy, gasping for breath, desperate to get my cock out of her mouth as she comes all over my fingers.

I lean forward and lick her juices as I blow my load into her throat.

Chapter Sixteen - Ivy

I have never. Ever. Had an orgasm like that. And if this is what sex is like, and he’s not even inside me yet, it is amazing.

But then I feel his cock tighten, and then there’s a rush of come, filling my mouth, sliding down my throat. I pull back, gagging, choking. His come drips out of my mouth. The taste of salt and something else I can’t identify—come, I say in my head.

“Turn around, Ivy. You want to be on top? Get the fuck on top. I can come again and again.”

“Condom,” I say, wiping my mouth.

“Fuck,” he says. “I’m clean. Aren’t you on birth control?”

“No,” I say. “Condom.”

“OK,” he says, pushing me off to the side as he gropes around for a towel. He wipes my face with a smile. “You like that? You came pretty hard. I felt your pussy gripping my fingers.”

That’s… a thing? “You liked that?” I look at his legs, all wet with the come I spit out.

“Liked?” he says. “Fucking loved it. You’re a blow job natural, Ivy.” And then he leans down and kisses me on the lips. “That’s what I taste like,” he says, pulling away. And then he slips his fingers inside my mouth and says, “This is what you taste like.”

I taste sweet. He tastes salty.

He kisses me on the mouth again. “I gotta go find a condom. Just relax for a second.”

I rest my head back on the covers and stare up at the ceiling. I came. My fingers dip between my legs, amazed at how wet it is down there. I came with a guy. And I sucked his dick. And I liked it.

When he had his fingers inside me, it hurt. I thought for sure he’d know. I thought for sure there’d be blood or something to give away my secret. But he didn’t. He just kept going.

I’m smiling when Nolan returns, rolling the condom over his still fully-erect cock.

He bounces on the bed next to me, lying back and patting his stomach. “Climb on, Ivy. Face me this time so I can squeeze your tits and slap your ass at the same time.”