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“I can fix it,” I whispered, looking up into those impossibly dark eyes.
If I hesitated, I would lose my nerve. Even though I’d done this to him before, the prospect was still daunting. I sank to my knees, the tile of the balcony cold against my skin, and tugged his boxers down to mid thigh. His cock, hard and smooth, sprung up and hovered before my eyes. The tip glistened and hard veins ran up his length to the dark hair at his groin. I clenched my thighs, heat and wetness rising between them.
I parted my lips and he slid between them, the taste of salt and sensation of smooth skin filling my mouth. I leaned back and met his gaze and he was staring at me with his chest heaving and his lips parted. One hand curled on the railing, digging hard into the metal, and the other sank into my hair, cradling the back of my head. A low, primal growl rose in his throat.
I moved my head gently, taking him to the back of my throat and drawing him out in a steady rhythm. The pounding between my legs intensified and warm wetness made the insides of my thighs slick. I’d only given head a few times before doing it to Duran, but none of those times had been like this. In fact, I’d spent most of those times wanting the whole thing to be over with as quickly as possible. But Duran’s cock nudging the back of my throat made my insides quiver and I found myself drawing out each lick, relishing in the shocks of pleasure going off in my core. God, I could finish just from this.
He thrust, just a little, and I drew back, letting him pop from my mouth.
“You want to fuck my mouth?” I asked.
Instead of speaking, he kicked off his boxers and scooped me into his arms, carrying me to the bed and laying me down across the end. He climbed atop me and his mouth traced my flesh, his tongue making circles as he moved down to my stomach. Then he stood, his cock visibly pulsing with desire, and eased me onto my side, aligning his manhood with my lips. I parted for him, letting him take my mouth in short, needy thrusts.
I forced my throat to relax as he fucked it, trusting him not to hurt me. His movements grew more forceful and he somehow hardened further. Saltiness leaked out of his tip, spreading over my tongue and sending a flood of wetness down my thighs. His precum was almost sweet with a bite of bitterness around the edges of my mouth.
He pulled out abruptly. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth?” he murmured, breathing hard.
“Yes, please,” I whispered, almost begging.
“Fuck.”
He pushed into my mouth, his fingers clenched on the back of my head, his cock taking my throat with deft strokes. I pushed my fingers between my thighs and rubbed my swollen clit using the slickness gathered in my folds as lubricant. Oh fuck, that was good. He slowed a little, noticing that I was touching myself, and began moving gently against the back of my throat, making me gasp for air.
I moaned around him, a hot, explosive orgasm tightening in my pussy, poised on the edge of release. Then he made a guttural sound, his head falling back, and cum filled my throat and spilled out of the sides of my mouth. My finger slid over my clit and teased the entrance to my pussy, the slick walls tightening, and I came hard.
I hadn’t had an orgasm this intense in a long time. My hips jerked, stomach clenching as waves of pleasure rippled through me. Instead of pulling out, Duran kept fucking my mouth as his orgasm ebbed and then he drew back, the last few spurts of cum landing on my face and breasts. He watched me writhe and then he swiped the wetness from my face and rubbed it into my nipples, setting me on fire again as my orgasm wound down.
When he spoke, his voice was hoarse. “Next time I want to cum all over your perfect, little tits. God, you’re fucking hot.”
“Can you?” I breathed.
“Can I what?”
“Can you come again?”
He made me into a daring, sexual creature I’d only dreamed of being. A curious expression crossed his face as he looked down at me and then he stood, pulling me to my feet. We entered the bathroom and he ran a washcloth under warm water and wiped my face clean, his touch gentle.
“You’re on birth control?” he asked.
I nodded.
He pushed me up against the sink, his groin pressing into my belly still slick from fucking my throat. His mouth came down on mine, teasing my lips open so he could slide his tongue inside. Then he pulled back and looked down at me, his eyes full of dark lust.
“I know you want to keep your virginity,” he said. “So here’s what I want. You bend over this sink so I can see how wet you are for me. Then I’m going to cum all over your pussy. Alright?”
I flushed, my nipples hardening instantly at his words. “But I’m on my period.”
“You think I give a fuck if you’ve got a tampon in? Turn around,” he breathed. “I can deal with blood.”
He flipped me around and pressed me against the countertop with his hand against my lower back. My reflection gazed back at me, swollen lips and desperate eyes. I scarcely recognized myself; I was a far cry from the girl I’d been up until meeting Duran and letting him draw this wild creature out to the light.
He towered over me, the hard ridges of his stomach slick with sweat, his hand moving over his cock. Our gazes contacted and I shivered, the space between my thighs crying with emptiness. I wanted him inside me, pressing me down like this as he took me from behind with heady force. I bit my lip, begging him with my eyes, and his hand moved faster. His other hand slid up my back and tangled in my hair, pulling my head back into an almost painful arc that set my body burning.
He swore, his jaw clenching and his head rolling back as I felt hot wetness hit me. I stilled, my fingers digging into the edge of the sink, and felt it slide down my inner thigh. Then he drew back and ran a washcloth under the warm tap and gently wiped my pussy and thighs.
His eyes were lowered as he cleaned my legs and I caught my breath, wondering if he regretted what we’d done. I was still pulsing with need and wondering in the back of my mind if he would be willing to finish me again with his mouth and tongue, but something in his face kept me quiet. He was suddenly distant, his mouth pressed into a thin line and his chest and shoulders taut.
“Do you want me to hold you while you fall asleep?”
