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With his hand fisted, I couldn’t go far, taking maybe half an inch at most.

But I gave that half an inch everything I had, sucking it into my mouth and running my tongue over the ridge of his cock head.

“Fuck,” he said as he reached for my hand, placing it under his own on his shaft. “Here. Put your hand right here.”

I took his hard cock in my hand, groaning around his cock head as I bobbed my head, reveling at the way he felt like heated velvet steel.

“Work that hand up and down,” he ordered. “Like this.”

He wrapped his hand around mine and worked his shaft—what little of it he allowed me to have since his other hand still stayed where it was to keep me from only taking what he wanted me to have—up and down, twisting it with every couple of pulls.

I did as he asked, surprised at the force he wanted me to use.

I felt like I was squeezing him to death, but since he was the one in charge of the strength I was using to work the bottom half of his cock, I did what he wanted.

“I’m gonna move my hand,” he said. “I want you to replace it with yours.”

I did so the moment his hand moved, my left hand now squeezing him as tightly as my right.

With both hands, I worked the length of his cock in tandem, but was also awarded with the space at the tip with his large hand gone, giving me at least another inch to enjoy.

“Let your saliva run out of your mouth down the length of my cock,” he ordered. “Get your hands all nice and slick.”

I couldn’t have stopped myself from doing that if I tried.

“Now lick the tip, give your mouth a break for a second,” he continued, his hand going to my hair as he bunched the loose strands into his fist to hold it out of my face.

I did, licking around the tip with just my tongue, exploring the ridge with fascinated excitement.

My pussy at this point was drenched.

The back of my calf, where my pussy was resting, was slick with my need. And I couldn’t stop myself from squirming, wanting—no, needing—him inside me.

“Is your pussy hungry, baby?” he asked.

I nodded with a whispered yes against his engorged head.

He grinned, his straight white teeth flashing, before he fell back onto the couch, and pulled me up with him.

It became painfully obvious how much stronger he was than me as he manually lifted me up off the ground, then spun me around so that I was now facing his feet with my pussy now directly in his face.

I gasped, surprised by the suddenness of the move, and cried out when I felt his tongue spear into my pussy, parting the lips of my sex with a hard stroke.

“No panties.” He growled.

His hands tightened on my ass cheeks, and for a long moment in time, I sat there with my hands planted on the couch, unsure what to do next.

Mostly, the way his tongue was licking left me with zero doubt that I was about to forget everything that I was supposed to be doing.

So, with renewed vigor, I went to town on his cock, using both fists like he told me to, and taking the rest of his cock into my mouth with a single-minded focus—to make him come before I did.

It was downright impossible, though, because the harder I tried, the harder he did.

His hand left my right ass cheek, and soon my pussy was full of his fingers. He went straight inside to the webbing of his fingers, and I cried out onto his cock in surprise.

The fullness… it was exactly what my body needed, and he knew it.

Was he racing me? Did he think he would get me to come before I could get him to?