22. My Favorite Rented Romeo
MY FAVORITE RENTED ROMEO
DYLAN
My lips parted as I watched her soft, full lips wrap around the tip of my cock and suck.
“Fuck,” I gasped, the sensation making my toes curl, my stomach tightening with desire. Every gentle flick of her tongue, every languid glance from her dark eyes sent electric jolts through me.
Her hand moved gently over my shaft, gliding in perfect rhythm enough to tease me.
“K-Katie… slow dow—oh mmfh!” I moaned, my voice cracking as she took more of me inside the warm, wet heat of her mouth.
Her long lashes fluttered, eyes shutting in pleasure as her lips stretched around my length. She looked like a temptress from hell, sucking me off like she knew exactly what to do.
She didn’t need my help. At all.
Hell, I wasn’t sure I would last another second.
Her baggy tee shirt slipped off one shoulder, revealing flawless skin and generous cleavage that made my cock throb harder in her mouth.
Finally, she pulled back slightly, her eyes glassy. She took a deep breath and asked, “A-am I doing okay?”
Her sultry, uncertain voice went straight to my core.
I nodded, my throat tight. “Remove your T-shirt.”
She pulled back, crossing her arms and tugging the baggy shirt over her head, exposing her bare, perfectly round tits, her hard nipples poking the air.
My mouth watered, overwhelmed by the sight of how fucking sexy she looked.
“God… you’re perfect,” I said, cupping her jaw and leaning in to kiss her.
She seemed startled at first but melted into the kiss. “I thought men didn’t enjoy kissing during or after a blowjob,” she said softly when I pulled back.
I frowned. “Why wouldn’t I want to kiss you when you’re holding your breath just to pleasure me?”
“Makes sense,” she said, glancing at my cock. “I’d like to see you cum.”
Fuck me. If she kept smiling at my dick like that, I was going to combust.
I began to pump myself and said, “Please… do me the honor.”
She gladly obliged, leaning closer and taking me deeper, her lips warm. She held my hand, cradling it against the back of her head, allowing me to hold her hair.
This woman…
I kept clenching my thighs to keep the pleasure at bay, but it was useless when her other hand slid to my thigh, stroking slowly while her head bobbed in perfect rhythm over me.
“I-I’m not going to last—fuck,” I groaned, the intensity of pleasure building unbearably as she took me in deeper, nearly choking with tears glistening in her eyes.
Part of me wanted to stop, to protect her from overexerting herself, but the way she moved drove me wild.
I had to stifle my moans, knowing my sister was just down the hall, with her best-friend on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock like a champ.
My hips jerked, each motion pulling me closer to the edge. Her hand stayed firm on my shaft, while her mouth continued to worship the tip before taking me further in a slow, torturous rhythm.
My hand remained steady on her head, gently holding her in place, even as I clenched the sheets with my other hand, desperate to contain the orgasm that teetered on the edge.
“I’m—fuck… I’m so close,” I said, my voice thick with need.
Her lips stayed locked on me. I didn’t want to push her onto my cock and act like an asshole, so I kept fisting the sheets with my other hand and threw my head back as I came.
“K-Katie… move—ugh,” I grunted, trying to warn her, but she held firm, determined to take me all the way.
A low, guttural groan elicited from me as I continued to cum in her mouth, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.
Even through the aftershocks coursing through me, I gently tried to push her away.
“D-did you swallow?” I managed to ask through my hoarse voice as she finally pulled away, her eyes wide and lips closed.
I straightened up, reaching for the tissue box on the nightstand. Kneeling beside her, I pulled out a few tissues, cupping them in my hand and offering them to her.
“Quick. Spit it out,” I commanded, my heartbeat thudding in my ears. Without hesitation, she complied. I threw it in the bin and grabbed a few more to gently wipe the remnants from her lips.
“Why did you swallow it?” I asked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I was trying to push you off—why are you smiling?”
Apparently, Katie thought it was a joke.
“Because you’re cute,” she said, pressing a soft kiss to my palm. Heat rose to my cheeks, and I tried to appear nonchalant, failing miserably.
“I’m not,” I said, cupping her cheeks. “Don’t swallow cum. It’s—”
“I saw it in porn,” she interrupted me, sounding like an innocent teenager confessing a secret. “I read about it… and I wanted to try.”
“But it’s slimy,” I argued, trying to sound reasonable. “And you don’t like textured food with—”
“It wasn’t as bad as you make it out to be,” she said, leaning closer, and I got distracted when her tits pressed against my chest, making my cock twitch. “Besides, your taste was… nice.”
My fingers tightened around her waist.
“You can’t just say that to a guy without facing repercussions,” I warned her, my tone darkening with a hint of mischief.
“Repercussions?” She asked, tilting her head.
Without warning, I scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, eliciting a surprised gasp and a soft giggle as I crawled over her, pinning her wrists above her head.
“I don’t say it to anyone,” she said, panting as I trailed my hand beneath her shorts. “J-just my favorite rented romeo.”
“Oh, is that so?” I crooned, cursing under my breath when I found her bare. “No panties?”
She shook her head. “I’m running out of them, which is strange—ohh!”
Mental note: Buy her more panties.
Her pussy was sopping wet as I slid a finger inside. Her hips arched instinctively, seeking more. I never thought she’d get turned on by giving me head, but it only boosted my ego as I fingered her with a hand cupping her mouth to muffle her moans.
Next time I’m taking her somewhere more private to hear all her sexy sounds.
She came apart in my hands within a few minutes, gasping and shuddering with the after-waves of her orgasm. Her hazel eyes were bright and clear when I pulled her naked body close, the intoxicating scent of her shampoo wrapping around me.
“See?” I said, my fingers lightly caressing her back. “I told you I was better than that vibrator.”
She hummed, sliding her hand across my chest. “It is battery-operated, so it almost never runs out.”
“So do I.” I said, pinching her soft butt playfully.
She gasped, retaliating by pinching my nipple and making me hiss in pleasure. “But it lasts a long time… unlike someone. And you’re definitely not battery operated.”
I crowded her, pushing my hips down on her to make her feel the weight of my half-hard cock. “Just one word from you, and I’ll be hard on command, darling. Want to test that theory? See who lasts longer. Me or that tiny toy?”
She bit her lip, eyes gleaming with amusement. “I can’t believe you’re getting jealous of a bullet vibrator.”
“It has known your pussy longer than I do,” I pouted, planting a kiss on her cheek. “Of course I’m jealous.”
She giggled when I tickled her sides, and she said, “You’re an idiot.”
I was.
Just for her.