where it hurt so damn good, but where fear fired the body’s pistons, not sure if adrenaline would be needed in a moment to fight the pain.
“Ohhh, oh … oh fu… oh ga…” Charles’ arms lifted. Sheets tore away from the bed in a show of muscle.
Instead of sucking him back in, though, she lightly blew on the wetness she’d created.
“No. No! Oh fuck, no, please Ann. Don’t do that.” Charles arched back, pulling the clutched sheets to his chest now, utterly ruining the makeup of the bedclothes and showing the dingy mattress beneath them.
She didn’t need to see that last bit.
“Are you sure, Charles?” She blew again before tickling his tip with her tongue lightly. “You want me to stop?”
“Do not stop, woman.”
“Then ask me nicely to suck your cock.”
“Oh please. Please, please. Please suck my cock, Ann. I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Want your car washed? Hair washed? Daily screws? Me dancing around in a tutu? Fucking anything. Please, Ann.”
Ann had to take a moment to stare in confusion, a smile taking over her lips. Carwash? Tutu? She’d broken his brain.
Giggling again because of his colorful begging, but knowing that it counted as begging, she did as he asked, and sucked him in again. This time she loosened the suction as she pulled back, all pleasure. Hand at his base, other hand massaging his balls, she took him in again, starting a slow rhythm. It didn’t take long for his hips to start pumping up into her, though. Needing it faster. Harder.
She increased her tempo, her hands in sync with the pumping of her mouth, taking him deep before sucking as she pulled back. She matched the pace of his hips and then sped up when he did, taking his cues.
“I’m going to come, Ann. Get ready or get out of the way!”
Ann kept going, ready and willing. He gave a loud, long moan, signaling his release. She took him down easy, easing up as his muscles started to unclench. After a quick wipe with the back of her hand, she kissed his stomach softly, working up his body, aiming for his neck.
She was going to do it. She was going to establish a connection with him that would never go away.
Oh God, she was nervous.
She settled over his body and lightly kissed up the vulnerable, soft skin. She licked over his hot pulse.
“Are you ready?” she asked in a breathy voice.
“I should be inside you when we do this. It feels better that way.”
“Can you get hard again?”
Charles tsked. “Who the hell are you talking to— can I get hard again? I am the man with the magical dick! I can always get hard again. It might kill me after that fucking awesome blowjob, which should win an award by the way, but yeah, I can handle this. Just give me a minute.”
Smiling into his neck, she kissed him softly and moved her wetness over his manhood slowly, helping him back to life.
“Kiss me, baby” Charles commanded softly.
Goosebumps raced across her skin with the term of endearment. But she didn’t move up that way. She knew how weird guys were about swallowing and then deep kissing. Not that she blamed them, entirely. That stuff was not awesome.
“Should I brush my teeth?” she asked quietly, running her hands up his arms as she laid on his chest.
“I’ve been in the trenches. Not really my cup of tea, but it can really harden you, that’s for sure. Come up here.”
Ann shook her head with a smile, lifting so that she rested her lips over his.
“Besides, complaining when you went above and beyond is ungrateful.” He kissed her lips, running his hands up her back. “I really care about you, Ann. You are one of my favorite people.”
“You aren’t one of mine. I’m just after your body,” Ann whispered, kissing down his neck again.
“Join the club.” Charles pushed upward before pulling his hips back, rubbing his length against her wetness. “Hmmm, that’s better. Not long now.”
Ann’s eyes drifted closed and her head sank, her cheek resting against his, as the
“Ohhh, oh … oh fu… oh ga…” Charles’ arms lifted. Sheets tore away from the bed in a show of muscle.
Instead of sucking him back in, though, she lightly blew on the wetness she’d created.
“No. No! Oh fuck, no, please Ann. Don’t do that.” Charles arched back, pulling the clutched sheets to his chest now, utterly ruining the makeup of the bedclothes and showing the dingy mattress beneath them.
She didn’t need to see that last bit.
“Are you sure, Charles?” She blew again before tickling his tip with her tongue lightly. “You want me to stop?”
“Do not stop, woman.”
“Then ask me nicely to suck your cock.”
“Oh please. Please, please. Please suck my cock, Ann. I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Want your car washed? Hair washed? Daily screws? Me dancing around in a tutu? Fucking anything. Please, Ann.”
Ann had to take a moment to stare in confusion, a smile taking over her lips. Carwash? Tutu? She’d broken his brain.
Giggling again because of his colorful begging, but knowing that it counted as begging, she did as he asked, and sucked him in again. This time she loosened the suction as she pulled back, all pleasure. Hand at his base, other hand massaging his balls, she took him in again, starting a slow rhythm. It didn’t take long for his hips to start pumping up into her, though. Needing it faster. Harder.
She increased her tempo, her hands in sync with the pumping of her mouth, taking him deep before sucking as she pulled back. She matched the pace of his hips and then sped up when he did, taking his cues.
“I’m going to come, Ann. Get ready or get out of the way!”
Ann kept going, ready and willing. He gave a loud, long moan, signaling his release. She took him down easy, easing up as his muscles started to unclench. After a quick wipe with the back of her hand, she kissed his stomach softly, working up his body, aiming for his neck.
She was going to do it. She was going to establish a connection with him that would never go away.
Oh God, she was nervous.
She settled over his body and lightly kissed up the vulnerable, soft skin. She licked over his hot pulse.
“Are you ready?” she asked in a breathy voice.
“I should be inside you when we do this. It feels better that way.”
“Can you get hard again?”
Charles tsked. “Who the hell are you talking to— can I get hard again? I am the man with the magical dick! I can always get hard again. It might kill me after that fucking awesome blowjob, which should win an award by the way, but yeah, I can handle this. Just give me a minute.”
Smiling into his neck, she kissed him softly and moved her wetness over his manhood slowly, helping him back to life.
“Kiss me, baby” Charles commanded softly.
Goosebumps raced across her skin with the term of endearment. But she didn’t move up that way. She knew how weird guys were about swallowing and then deep kissing. Not that she blamed them, entirely. That stuff was not awesome.
“Should I brush my teeth?” she asked quietly, running her hands up his arms as she laid on his chest.
“I’ve been in the trenches. Not really my cup of tea, but it can really harden you, that’s for sure. Come up here.”
Ann shook her head with a smile, lifting so that she rested her lips over his.
“Besides, complaining when you went above and beyond is ungrateful.” He kissed her lips, running his hands up her back. “I really care about you, Ann. You are one of my favorite people.”
“You aren’t one of mine. I’m just after your body,” Ann whispered, kissing down his neck again.
“Join the club.” Charles pushed upward before pulling his hips back, rubbing his length against her wetness. “Hmmm, that’s better. Not long now.”
Ann’s eyes drifted closed and her head sank, her cheek resting against his, as the
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