Page 11 of Mother Pucker
“You flatter me. I’m not that much bigger than average,” he says.
I bite my lip as I move my face closer to him. I can feel the heat radiating off of him like a blast furnace, his chest pumping like a bellows, feeding it and making it flare.
“I wouldn’t know. I’m a virgin, Erik.”
He’s groaning before I press my lips to the head of his cock. It’s as swollen as the rest of him, and already a perfect pearlescent drop is forming at the tip.
He tastes better than he looks.
“Payton,” he groans.
My name on his lips is almost enough stimulation by itself. The whole situation is too hot, like some sort of dirty fever dream as I move one hand to the base of him and start exploring his body with the other.
His stomach ripples as I lick and suck at him. I can feel the muscles bunching beneath his skin, the barely restrained power. I caught him off guard with my confession, and now he’s playing nice.
I don’t want that.
“Come on, Erik. Don’t go all nice on me now,” I murmur as I trail kisses down one side of his shaft and back up the other.
His hands are opening and closing, his big fists aimlessly resting at his sides. He doesn’t know what to do with them, caught between his instincts and his desire not to hurt me.
“If I wanted sweet, I’d ask Sawyer to set me up with one of his Boy Scout friends,” I tell him.
He huffs out a breath, his mouth twisting up in that damn smile.
“No.” Something hot and primal flashes in his eyes. “This pretty little mouth that you love to run? It belongs to me now, Payton.”
He reaches over and brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. I take his thumb in my mouth and give it a quick suck before popping it free. My hand never stops sliding up and down the length of his cock. It’s a good thing I am used to a workout because it’s a long stroke.
“Open,” he commands.
His hand guides me to him, pressing his cockhead past my lips. It’s gentle, but firm.
I can feel my jaw straining as I open as wide as I can. One of my hands stays stroking him, but the other dips down the front of my pants.
“Naughty girl,” Erik croons. “Does sucking my big cock make you want to touch yourself?”
I pull him free with a wet, lewd pop that echoes in the room. The sound of it makes his dick leap in my hand, almost as if it has a mind of its own.
“Yes. I need you so much I can barely think straight,” I tell him honestly, working his cock as I do.
I press it against my face, rubbing his slick cockhead against my cheeks.
“You don’t need to think,” he growls, his deep voice making my pussy spasm beneath my fingers. “You just need to suck.”
I moan as I take him back in my mouth. His hands finally do what I’ve been anticipating and tangle in my hair. He slips them down to the base of my skull and holds me firmly. Not a sharp, painful pull but a firm tug that inches him deeper and deeper.
I gag, coughing as I pull off of him. His eyes are still on mine, burning with desire. I’m glad he never looked at me like that before, or I’d have been on my knees weeks ago.
“Are you ok?” He asks, his voice suddenly soft with concern.
“I can take it,” I tell him, insistent. My eyes are watering, but so’s my cunt. “I want you, Erik. I want to snap that self-control like a rubber band.”
Then I reach around behind him with one hand, grab his firm ass, and pull myself forward as far as I can manage. He hits the back of my throat and keeps going, cutting off breathing, thinking, everything but desire.
You could take my pulse in my pussy. It throbs with need as I work frenzied circles into my clit. I come before he does, but only just. The orgasm is still ripping through me as he pulls back.
Erik’s heavy balls jerk up as he pumps my mouth full. I swallow and swallow endlessly, greedily draining him dry. All the while he looks at me, a dozen thoughts and emotions flitting across his face as he groans his release. He looks shocked and amazed at me as I pull my hand off his ass and pump my hand up and down his shaft, making sure I get every last drop.