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“Especially the first time.” Oh, yeah, it’s going to stretch to take my cock and then it will be shaped to only my cock.
“You don’t sound right, Tannen. Are you…do you need me to help?”
“Fuck. I…” I fight to breathe but can’t seem to find the air. “I just need.”
“You like when I put my mouth on it. Why don’t you, um…let me help you?”
I shake my head. There is no way I can let her wrap her mouth back around me again. I won’t be able to control myself like before.
“I can’t…afraid I’ll hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me, Tannen. You could never hurt me. Let me take care of it for you.”
God, I should tell her no. I should tell her to back away, that she’s unleashed a monster. I should rise and try to crawl to the bathroom.
She takes the decision out of my hands by leaning forward and sinking down on my throbbing cock!
Chapter Seventeen
Marley
I go as far down on his cock as I can before I come back up. Before I can pop all the way off, Tannen is sinking his hands in my hair and pulling me back down.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. I can’t…open your mouth up real wide, Peach. Keep it open.”
I do as he says, and he takes his dick almost all the way out before quickly pushing it back in. It hits the back of my throat, and I fight my gag response as he carefully retreats before doing it again. He holds my head so there is no retreat and yet, somehow, I have no fear of him getting too rough like he does. I trust Tannen. All the way, fully. I always have.
I chance a look up from under my lashes and can tell even though he thought he wasn’t going to be able to control himself, he’s holding back so he doesn’t scare or hurt me. Our eyes meet and he growls as he touches my cheek. Not really the out-of-control guy he thinks he is when he’s able to slow down and be so sweet it hits me right in the heart.
“Keep those eyes on me, Peach. I need them.”
The eye contact is somehow even more intimate than what I’m doing to him, somehow much more sexual. Maybe it’s because I realize he’s watching me take his dick all the way to the back of my throat, trying desperately to take more, to make him even happier, to win his heart like he already has mine.
“Marley, I’m gonna…you got to stop.”
Now, why would I do that? I let my eyes say it since my mouth is busy.
“You’re gonna get a mouthful if you don’t pop off now.”
I relax my throat and move my head, so I take even more of him even further. It makes tears spring to my eyes but the look on his face is more than enough to have me do it again and again. On the third time, Tannen’s hands come back to my hair, holding me but not pushing me. His eyes lose focus and his jaw tenses as he grunts out my name and his cock swells even bigger.
My eyes widen and I quickly rethink my decision to push but there’s no time to correct it as the first spurt hits my tongue shocking and surprising me. He holds me as more of him fills my mouth and I’m forced to swallow or let it all fall out and down. I have to swallow more than once and still feel like my mouth isn’t going to be able to hold it all.
He finally stops even though his shaft still pulses in my mouth like he might still be cumming but there’s nothing left. He finally unclenches his fingers from the strands of my hair and takes a step back. A rush of cold hits me as he puts distance between us. I can’t help but wonder if it’s prophetic.
His thumb rubs across my bottom lip which seems a little swollen. He holds it up to show me a sheen of moisture on the pad. I guess I didn’t keep it all in like I thought I did. He brings it to my mouth, and I dutifully suck it off before he lifts me off my knees and lays me on the bed.
I really want to ask him for feedback but at the same time, I’m not certain I want to know how I did giving my very first blow job. He crawls on top of me, nudging my thighs apart with hisknee. Once both my legs are on either side of his hips, he brings his lips down to mine. I gasp as my hands fly to his shoulders to hang on.
He’s soft and gentle as he plays with my mouth and sucks on my bottom lip. “Open your mouth for me, Peach.”
I do it without even thinking about it. He’s slow and takes his time entering, playing with my tongue, and treating this like he’s almost savoring the experience.
“You did excellent, sweet girl. You have a killer mouth that could bring a man to his knees.” He says the words in between kissing me and licking every space his tongue can touch. “And don’t even get me started on your tongue, pretty girl.”
His kisses are drugging, and I quickly forget what I am supposed to be doing. Instead, I sink into the slide of tongues, the touch of lips, the little bite of pain when he uses his teeth to nibble along my bottom lip. Before I realize what I’ve done, my arms have wrapped around his shoulders and my thighs have tightened around him as my ankles cross at the bottom of his back.
“You need to let me go, Marley.” I whimper against his mouth as he says the words I knew he would say. “There’s no way I’m not playing with these soft, sweet breasts tonight.”