Chapter 7
Eric
Someday I’m just going to pass out from the erections Marlow gives me.
I’m going to lose consciousness in the middle of a car ride or class or in a coffee shop, like this one.
There is literally no blood left to help my brain function at this point, because all of it has migrated south to my cock, which is dripping like a leaky faucet in my XXXL briefs.
“You’re…you…” I swallow and start over. “You think you’re a come slut?”
Gravely, she nods, like she’s telling me a terrible secret, instead of the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
“But only for your come,” she qualifies in a breathy whisper.
Never mind. That is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. In my life.
“I want to watch it come out of you. Up close. I want it inside of me, in my mouth—”
“Marlow,” I grit out, gripping her waist to stop her from grinding on me, which she appears to be doing subconsciously. You know, just to send me to the depths of insanity. “Fairy Tale, I—”
“My stepmother is right about me, isn’t she? I’m an instrument of the devil.”
“What?” I belt, fucking outraged. Who is this woman filling her head with malicious lies?
“That is absolute garbage. There is nothing and no one sweeter than you. Didn’t I say you were a little cupcake?
You think I would say something that embarrassing unless I really meant it?
” She hiccups a laugh and relief soars in my middle.
“You have healthy urges, Marlow. All of them are totally normal, even if they’re a tiny bit more… ”
“Pronounced?”
“Pronounced. Exactly.” I gather all of her hair in my fist, like a handheld ponytail. “Now, you’re going to draw what you’ve been dreaming of doing.”
“I’ve only been dreaming of it since this morning. Because that’s when I met you.”
This smoke show I met this morning is obsessed with my come—and only my come.
Sure. Just normal, everyday shit.
I watch over Marlow’s head as she starts to sketch.
It’s Colossal—me—standing above a kneeling depiction of Marlow in stockings and a miniscule thong.
I’m wearing my hockey mask in the picture, but other than that I’m completely stripped down to nothing.
My heft is on full display, and the way she’s lovingly drawn my extra weight puts a lump in my throat.
In the first frame, my cock is…whew boy, it’s right down her throat. She even draws a little lump in the heroine’s jugular to show how deep I am. My God.
As she draws, she’s getting excited, her tight ass wiggling around in my lap, while I try to hold her still. Oh, but then I just let her ride around on my beating dick, because the next illustration makes me so horny, I require the friction.
“That what you need, Marlow?” I ask, watching the hand-drawn version of myself overflow her pretty little mouth on the page. “You want to suck me until I unload?”
She drops the pencil. “Yes.”
I stand up so fast, my head spins, but I don’t let her feet touch the floor.
Nah, I toss her right over my shoulder, making her squeal happily.
Wrapping my right arm around her legs to keep her steady, I collect her sketchbook and purse in my left, then I’m out the front door of the coffee shop.
My cock is so stiff, it’s pushing past the top of my waistband, but I don’t have a free hand to adjust myself, so I’m basically just strolling through the neighborhood with a twelve-inch destroyer in my sweatpants.
Not to mention a girl who barely reaches my chest draped over my shoulder.
I could easily get arrested.
“Where are you taking me?”
“I don’t know. I…” Her voice makes me throb harder, my vision pricking with light. “My car is in the school parking lot.”
“Oooh, perfect. The parking lot.”
“No, Fairy Tale. I was going to drive you somewhere romantic.”
“I don’t want to wait,” she says, sounding pouty, her hands stroking my ass, lifting the back of my hoodie so she can kiss my lower back, my love handles. “I’m so hungry, Daddy. Feed me.”
My balls quicken ominously. “Marlow, please, you’re going to make me jizz my pants,” I grit out.
Almost there, thank God. I turn through the opening in the chain-link fence, relieved to find my car is the last one there and the overhead lights have been turned off.
It’s dark in the lot, except for the moonlight and the glow of some distant streetlamps.
“Why do you call me Daddy?” I ask. “Not that I fucking mind, believe me.”
“You like it?”
“Hell yes, I like it.”
We reach my car and I position us out of view of the street, Marlow sliding down the front of my body with a Cheshire cat smile.
When I realize she’s going to kneel directly on the asphalt, I strip off my hoodie and lay it down on the ground, making a cushion for her knees, and she sighs up at me like I’m the hero in this scenario, her knees nestling into the sweatshirt, her fingers tucking into the elastic of my sweatpants and briefs, drawing them down to my ankles and holy shit, holy shit, I’m in the school parking lot with my dick out.
For a girl.
The girl.
The only girl.
“Look at it,” she whispers, awed, trembling in front of me, her attention arrested by the mottled monster that stands vertical, leaking white glops onto the ground. “You seriously question why I call you Daddy?”
My moan is so intense, no sound comes out.
“Marlow, you’re not going to be able to suck me the way you drew it in your sketchbook, okay?
That would hurt your throat, baby.” I stroke my fingers through her hair, shivering hotly when she grasps me in her hands, laying worshipful kisses along my stiffness, working her way to the dripping tip.
“And you know how much come I let out. If I was down your throat when it happened, you could choke.”
Instead of being cautious or horrified by my warning, she looks up at me with starry eyes. “I love when you talk dirty to me.”
“Marlow.”
She gasps. “Your balls.” She tilts her head and walks closer on her knees, and the next thing I know, she’s licking my balls.
Sucking them with eager little slurps that cause red streaks of lust to slash through my lower half.
I collapse back against my car, commanding my legs to support me, while she does her best to fit my balls into her little mouth, wrapping her lips around them in turn, sucking and moaning.
“Jesus, oh Jesus, oh Jesus,” I pant, afraid to look down anymore. Afraid that would end me. “Beat me off while you do that.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, starting to pump me in a firm grip. “Order me around.”
Order me around.
I shouldn’t dare.
I’m too grateful for Marlow. She should be treated like the fairy tale she is.
But I can’t help but feel the power she’s bestowing on me.
I think I’m a come slut.
The memory of her innocent eyes when she said those words to me has me wrapping her long, dark hair around my fist. “Give my balls a kiss, baby. They’re going to keep my come warm for you.” I push off the car to loom over her. “But it’s time to put that cute little mouth to work on my cock.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, clamping her lips around the thick head and rolling her tongue down and around the ridge. Eager. Curious. Obedient.
Oh hell. I’ve got maybe thirty seconds before I blow up.
Because her mouth on my dick feels so much better than I could have imagined.
Magical.
My entire body begins to tingle, my blood rushing like a river rapid.
She stuffs as much of me as she can stand into that mind-blowing warmth, sucking me so roughly, with so much determination, I know she’s just trying to get to the cream.
“Baby’s so hungry,” I rasp, cursing as she manages another inch.
Son of a bitch, she’s taking damn near half of me.
“Daddy made you dinner, Marlow. Eat it like a good girl.”
She meant it when she said she likes me talking dirty, because she’s whining with happiness when I let loose, my loins heaving, my balls twisting and jerking in their haste to be free of the pressure that she inflicted on me.
I’ve overflowed her mouth in seconds, even though she’s swallowing as fast as she can, the excess streaming down her chin and dripping onto her bent knees, my sweatshirt, the asphalt.
All I can do is marvel at my girlfriend who is in visible ecstasy, her throat working with whimpering swallows, her fist jacking me, trying to get every available drop, as though I have any choice but to keep spurting when she’s still actively blowing me, my semen splattered all over her chin and cheeks. She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Finally, I’m fresh out of what she wants, and she collapses back onto her butt, dazed but smiling.
And I’ve never been with a girl until tonight, but instinct kicks in and I know she needs a good lick.
It’s not going to take much to give her an orgasm, though I’d damn well eat her out for a week if she needed me to and love every second.
“You’re not the only one who’s hungry,” I say, my vocal cords sounding as sore as they feel. I pluck her up off the ground, holding her against me like a doll while I walk somewhat awkwardly to the hood of my car with my pants twisted around my ankles.
I lay her down on the black hood of my car and her knees are already up and open, her chest still puffing from exertion, my come still wetting her chin.
Christ, she’s so gorgeous. In the ten seconds it takes me to pull up my pants, I can’t take my fucking eyes off the wet splotch on her dark pink underwear.
My mouth begins to salivate, a rabid kind of hunger digging its claws into my throat, my sternum.
“I’m going to eat it,” I growl, sounding ferocious, even to my own ears, my hands moving of their own accord to rip the panties down her legs. “Keep the skirt out of my way.”
She gasps a whimper.
I love that sound and I hear it again and again as I bury my mouth between her thighs, rubbing my lips through her soaked flesh in search of that little berry that’s the source of pleasure for the opposite sex—and when I find it, her hips jerk, back arching.
“Right there. Right there!”
I’m trying not to get lost in the taste of her pussy, but oh hell.
Oh hell. It tastes so fucking good. She’s got a little candy shop down here between her legs and I’m the first and last customer.
I’m going to have to guard this cunt with my life.
No one can know how sugary sweet it is or everyone would want a try.
Over my dead body.
Every single part of her is mine.
Body, heart, mind, soul. Mine.
I’m lapping at her clit when she orgasms, but I can’t stop.
Especially when I get Marlow’s unique flavor on my tongue.
Her climax seems to be so intense that she can’t stay still, but I need more of that fucking sugar, so I pin her knees open and go in for more, spearing my tongue into that tight virgin hole, fucking her with deep grunts, my efforts causing the car to rock back and forth.
I keep at it until she’s messy and I’ve lost count of how many times she’s seized up and squirted on my lucky face.
And goddamn, I want to keep going. I would keep going all night, but she’s limp when I come up for air, her green eyes glazed over and staring unseeingly up at the sky.
Despite my hunger for more of her pussy, I lift her gently off the car and place her in the passenger seat of my car, reclining the backrest so she can lie down, my chest flexing with pride when she curls up onto her side and starts to fall asleep with a dreamy smile on her face.
“Wait. Fairy Tale, I need your address, so I can bring you home.”
“Nineteen Ivy Court,” she yawns, before temporarily jolting awake, a touch of alarm tingeing her expression. “Drop me off at the end of the block, though, okay? Please don’t let them see you.”
“Okay, I won’t,” I reassure her.
I lay a protective hand on her head while we drive, once again wondering if my miracle of a girl is safe and happy in her own home.
If she’s not, we’re going to have a big problem.