Page 70 of Merry with Me
“What? Thisisfor me. I want to do this. I’ve only done it two other times, and I don’t think I was very good at it, so you’ll have to tell me what you think. I know my grumpy Ollie will be honest with me.”
“Baby, no way you’re bad at… that.” I nod to where she’s fisting my cock, her mouth hovering as if she can’t wait to get another taste.
“You’ll tell me, right?” She smiles softly. When she looks at me like this, I’ll tell her anything she wants.
“You don’t have to do this,” I say again.
“Will you be mad if I do?”
“What? No. Of course not, but I don’t expect you to.”
“I know. That’s why I want to. You never expect anything from me. You’re different from all the rest.” With that, she leansforward and takes my cock into her mouth at the same time that she strokes me.
“Fuck,” I grit out. I want to close my eyes and just enjoy what I’m sure is going to be the best damn blow job of my life, but then I’d miss this. And missing Blakely Kincaid worshiping my cock would be the greatest regret of my life.
Her head bobs as she takes a little more of my length with each pass. She never stops stroking me. Gathering her hair in my hands, I pull it to one side in my fist. My hold is gentle. Even though I want to tug, I don’t. I keep my hold loose as I watch her. She peers up at me under long lashes and takes me to the back of her throat. She gags, and fuck, I’m close. She pulls back, takes a deep breath, and goes back for more.
“Blake. Baby, you need to stop.”
My cock falls out of her mouth with an audible pop. “Did I do something wrong?” Her lips are red and swollen. She has dribble on her chin, and her hair is wild in my fist. She’s a fucking vision, and I wish I could reach my phone to take a picture of her just like this. I never want to forget this moment.
“No.” I huff out a laugh. “Baby, I’m about to come down your pretty little throat.”
“Really?” Her eyes light up.
“That’s why you needed to stop.”
“Oh, I’m not stopping. Let me do me, Thompson.”
Damn this woman. She takes me back into her mouth, and she doubles her efforts. She takes me to the back of her throat and holds, and it’s taking everything I’ve got not to come. My spine starts to tingle. Her eyes are closed as if she’s savoring the act. When they open and lock on mine, I lose all control and come down the back of her throat.
I don’t know what I expected, but it’s not for her to swallow, wipe her face on the back of her hand, and grin at me. “Well?”
“Lie back on the bed.”
“Bossy,” she teases but does as I ask and eases back. “Are you not going to tell me how I did? Give me a 1-to-10 rating or something?”
I move to hover over her. “You want me to rate the best fucking head I’ve ever received in my life? Not possible, baby.”
“The best? Really?” Her eyes light up with my praise.
“Really,” I assure her. I settle between her thighs, and she widens her legs, making room for me. I settle further, making myself comfortable as I place a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh, one side, then the other.
“Oliver?”
“Blake.”
“What are you doing?”
“Matching your pace, baby.” I wink at her before I bury my face in her pussy. I suck on her clit, and her back arches off the bed.
“Ol-Oliver,” she moans. The sound goes to my cock, and I’m already hard again.
Touching her belly with my hand, I gently push her back to the bed. “Just let me take care of you.”
“You don’t have to do that. I know some guys don’t like that.”
I stop and look up at her. “They’re fools. Every single one of them. Your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Let me do this for you, baby.”