I reach below his belt to rub his growing bulge, drawing a grunt from the back of his throat. “Lie back,” I say, sitting up and guiding him down.
He moves without question but keeps his hands on me to make me straddle him. His hardness presses between us as he pulls me closer, taking more kisses off my lips as we grind our bodies together.
Sweat breaks on my brow and the windows fog from our heaving breaths. I reach for his belt, sliding it free with both hands and pushing through his zipper to claim the prize I’ve wanted since the moment I first touched him in the locker room. I feel his veins pulsing along the shaft and I lick his lips in anticipation as I squeeze him in my palm.
“Fuck, Ellie…” he groans, furrowing his brow.
I slide along his muscled torso, feeling his fingers burrow deep into my hair as I move downward. My senses soar, pushing me higher and harder than I’ve ever felt in my life. I’ve never wanted to taste a man so badly before; to feel his hand on the back of my head as I suck him dry; to hear the sharp, raspy breaths on his lips while I torture him. Every piece of me throbs for him and I want to give him everything he wants.
I pull his pants down his thighs, revealing his stiff cock. I try to remove them completely but Junior lunges forward, grabbing my hands to stop me.
“Let’s leave the pants on this time…” he says.
I laugh and release him, leaving his belt wrapped around his lower thighs. “Whatever you want…”
“I want…” He reaches for my arms and pulls me back up to his lips. His kiss is firm and true — like it’s the first one we’ve ever had. “I want these lips wrapped around my cock. I want to paint that little, pink tongue a bright shade of white…”
I moan at his words. They charge me, fueling an even greater thirst for him to do just what he says. I pull away from his kiss, slowly stroking his shaft with one hand as I drift down to it with open lips. I rub his tip, swirling the drops of pre-cum with my thumb and his body trembles beneath me.
Just one taste and my tongue erupts at his flavor. I suck softly on his tip, teasing him as his hand grips my hair again. His hand flexes, squeezing with eager intensity.
He wants me to take him deeper. He wants to feel himself push into the back of my throat, but I stay on the tip with curling lips. I’ll let him writhe and beg for it first.
I work him slowly, taking my time to memorize the taste of his skin and what areas send the biggest shock through his system. I flick and rub and encircle him until I sense the impatience in his hips. I widen my mouth and force him back as far as I can press him before my reflex reacts.
“Holy shit—”
His body tenses and his groans push me further, building my confidence to keep him in the back of my throat just a little bit longer. As I pull him out, his fist strengthens to hold me in place.
“I want to fuck that little mouth, Ellie,” he whispers, stroking my hair.
I drag my nails up his body and he twitches at the pain I bring him. My lips start to numb but I keep at it, determined to rock him until he explodes.
I salivate even more just thinking about him coming all over my tongue. I’ve wanted it since I first felt his cock on my fingertips. If my father didn’t show up right then, I can’t be sure I wouldn’t have dropped to my knees in that locker room and let him do as he pleases to my little mouth.
Junior squeezes my hair so tightly, I fear he might pull it out. The pain blends with pleasure inside of me and I moan for him, taking him even deeper inside until I can’t anymore.
“Ellie, lie down.”
He slides out of my mouth and moves me down onto my back. I grip his cock as he drifts closer and I stroke him harder and faster, watching as his eyes roll back the farther I push him. He shifts, bringing his groin as close to my face as possible.
“Open your mouth,” he whispers, taking hold of his hard rod and pointing it at my raw lips.
I open wide, eager to catch every drop of him.
“Don’t swallow yet,” he adds, reaching his peak. “I want to see it on your tongue…”
He grunts loudly and I feel his tip pulse and his warm desire tickles my taste buds. Thick streams spray into my mouth, filling me with his salty flavor and I can’t help but moan for more of it. I keep it gathered on my tongue, just like he wants, and I lap and suck at him until he’s given me all he has.
Junior strokes my forehead, smiling down at me with soft, satisfied eyes. “Go ahead,” he whispers. “Swallow it down.”
I toss it back and let it trickle down my throat. I relish in his intense flavor, savoring it for as long as I can.
He reaches for me, lifting me up as if I were weightless and he settles me against the pillows.
“Spread your knees,” he growls. He doesn’t wait for me to do it myself. He forces my legs apart. “It’s your turn.”
My heart races as he descends me. He stops at my breasts and doesn’t hesitate before ripping my blouse open. I cringe as little buttons tear free and smack against the foggy windows, but the tension fades the moment his tongue graces my skin.
He licks my breasts and pulls them free of my bra to attack my nipples. They grow hard against his tongue, instantly standing to attention and firing bolts of extra pleasure toward my core.
He kisses down my navel, constantly tasting me and wetting my skin with his tongue. “Your body…” he breathes, “is perfect…”
I sigh, completely bewitched by him. Every word he speaks feels like truth and everywhere he touches turns to warm milk in his hands. I run my fingers through his thick hair, quivering with anticipation as his mouth inches closer to what he promised me.
I’m going to bury my face in that pussy until you’re screaming my name.
Junior raises my skirt over my hips, and he pauses to place his nose against my panties. He inhales, filling his nostrils with my scent. It’s so primal and strange but it turns me on even more. He doesn’t just want to please me.
He wants to devour me like a wild animal.
Junior hooks his thumbs under the elastic and pulls my panties down to my toes. I expect him to ravage me, but he lingers near my feet, bending down to kiss and lick my legs as he moves upward.
By the time he reaches my thighs, I’m twitching and dripping wet, practically spasming with need. His brown eyes flash up at me as he parts his lips, his tongue disappearing behind my mound and I feel his hot breath touch my folds.
I grip the pillow behind my head with frustration, waiting for the moment when he touches me, but his devious eyes linger on me instead.
“Please…”
Junior turns his head and kisses my inner thigh, inciting another ache inside of me. He chuckles, taking pleasure in my pain.
Finally, he slides the tip of his tongue along my folds and he moans at my taste. His eyes roll back and he takes a deep breath before pushing his hands beneath me to cup my ass and bring me closer to his mouth. He plunges between my slit and desire takes over my entire body.
“Oh, God!” I cry, floating on the brink of total ecstasy.
“No.” He stops and moves up my body to look me in the eyes. “Don’t scream for him. Scream for me.”
I tremble as bits of pleasure radiate through my spine. “Junior…” I sigh, his name thick on my breath.
He gets back to work, nibbling at my nipples as he slides down my body again.