Page 151 of Petite Fleur

How many amendments are in the Constitution?

Is it 27?

I wonder what 28 will be…

Fuck, this isn't working!

I feel my girl drag her tongue down my stomach, tracing the thick scar and clouding my mind even more until she makes her way to my boxers and tugs them off before my brain can think of a single reason that she shouldn't.

I think my brain strokes out when she licks a path up my cock. Her tongue drags from my balls all the way to the head, and her tongue even licks up the bead of precum at the tip, and I groan in bliss. “Fuck, ma fleur. Don’t distract me.” I say in a groan to her.

I think I’d scream if she stopped, but I also need her to stop.

She grins up at me, keeping full eye contact while she slips the head of my cock in her mouth. I see fucking stars when she sucks on the head, her tongue flicking across the tip to collect the precum that leaks out.

She keeps her eyes locked onto mine while she lowers her mouth on my cock, swallowing as much as she possibly can. She even makes herself gag at the length. “Breathe through your nose.” I instruct.

I shouldn’t be indulging in this; I’m trying to get her to listen to me about Sean, not about sucking my cock, but fuck, her mouth feels so good.

I sit back and admire my girl, wiggling her perky ass in the air while she sucks my cock. Her tongue drags across the underside while she bobs her head and tries to take as much of me as she can.

I’m not surprised that she can’t take all of me, fuck I can barely fuck her with all of me, but god damn, I am obsessed with the look of her right now.

She has saliva dripping down her chin, soaking my balls, a heated look in her eye, and of course, my cock in her mouth. “One of these days, I’d like to see a piercing right there.” She teases, licking the head of my cock with a grin on her face.

I groan, flopping my head down on the pillow and closing my eyes. “Don’t test me, ma fleur. I’ll fucking do it.” I say. “I’ll make you sit on my face while they pierce me, too.” I add in.

I have to stop talking when she sucks me into her mouth again, and I feel the head of my cock at the back of her throat. “You're doing so well. Just take what you can. Jerk the rest in your hand.” I say.

I watch with a heated gaze while she continues. She has me twitching in her mouth every time she lightly grazes her teeth down my cock or flicks her tongue at the head. “Get on all fours; I need you.” I demand.

I need to fuck her. I need to cum in that gorgeous cunt of hers.

My girl shakes her head and stares up at me in defiance. I want to tell her that she isn’t in charge here, that she’s to do as she’s told, but fuck, the idea of my girl swallowing my cum has me already ready to bust.

“Fine. This is what’s going to happen: you’re going to swallow every drop, and then we’re going to pick up Sean. Tomorrow, however, you’re my pet for the day. No arguments.” I say sternly to her.

I don’t miss the way her eyes dilate, and she wiggles her ass in the air at my words.

I’m so fucking done for.

I put my hand in Maeve’s hair, guiding her further on my cock with each move until she gags; I’m not going to force more out of her, not until I cum down her throat, but I feel it. I feel so fucking close that I’m having to curl my toes to keep myself together.

I even start reciting the fucking Pledge of Allegiance to try and distract myself.

That doesn't fucking work.

“Take a breath, ma fleur.” I tell her, yanking her hair until she’s off my cock for a moment.

She sucks in air like she’s starved for it, nodding at me that she’s ready.

Maeve is so beautiful like this. My girl, my slut, dripping saliva down her chin onto her chest with her ass in the air while begging me to let her swallow my cum.

I love it.

This is heaven.

I shove her head back down onto my cock, keeping my thrusts shallow until I’m ready to bust.