Chapter 14
Decker
F orty-three years I've been waiting for a blow job. That's…fucking fifteen thousand seven hundred days, give or take a few leap years.
Every single one of them was worth it, to look down right now and see May with her eyes bulging, lips stretched, with my cock half down her sweet little throat.
“So pretty.” I gasp, barely able to catch my breath. "Holy hell… babe."
Her tongue swirls around the ridge of my cock. It's like she's read my own personal fucking instruction manual on how to suck me off.
My hands go to the sides of her head, her hair silky between my fingers. I draw her closer. I need her in there deep. She keeps glancing up at me with a twinkle in her eyes, like this is the most fun she's ever had, and just that look has my balls ready to erupt.
She relaxes, letting me hold her head down as far as she can take, and her hands come up to grip my fat shaft. It's slick with her spit. As she pumps and twists, it rolls beneath her fingers. My eyes roll back in their sockets.
When I let her go, she curls her tongue along the bottom of my shaft, gliding until she plants a sweet kiss right on the tip, drops of cum spreading on her lips.
"Yum. I had no idea it would taste so good. It's just…" She closes her eyes and licks my slit, moaning with pleasure. I almost spray on her face. "Just, wow. How much more is going to come out? A lot? I want it all, okay? Don't pull it out, promise?"
"Jesus, May." A shiver goes down my spine. It's all I can do to hold back. "If you don't get my cock down your throat in the next three seconds… fuck… I'm going to blow it all right on your face."
She's got me between her pouty lips in the next breath, and the words I love you have taken on a whole new meaning.
I'm happy as hell it's May doing this for me. Can't imagine what it would be like with just any woman. It's so much more because it's her. She's the one. I'm one lucky fuck to have waited for her.
"That's it, Pink, take it, good girl, show me how bad you want it."
She sucks as much as she can get in her mouth, then releases me. Kisses up and down my shaft. Flutters her tongue around the head, then drags the flat of it from base to tip. I don't know where she learned this. Don't care.
When my balls finally raise the white flag, she marks herself on my soul. The first jets spray out of me and coat the back of her throat. I love how she flinches, blinking as gobs of my white release fill her mouth.
We both moan, and the way she pumps me has my orgasm nearly bringing me to my knees.
"Fuck, yes," I groan, my legs shaking as I jerk and spray so much cum in her mouth it must have been coming up from my toes.
She's got the head of my cock at the back of her throat, and I can feel her swallowing. When I look down, her eyes are at half-mast, her cheeks rosy, a look of wonder and contentment on her face.
"God, baby. How do you get more beautiful every time I look at you? You're so pretty with my cock in your mouth, you know that?"
I mean that shit, too. She is. I don't know how, but it's true. The way her lips are stretched, the hint of white cream at the corners of her mouth, it's like she's been created just for me.
"I'm never letting you go." I brush her hair back from her face, then finally she lets my cock drop from her lips with a swallow and a smile. "You're never getting away from me."
"I know. I don't want to go, either."
I take her hands, guide her up against me, and pull her into my chest. There's a twinge of regret, despite how good she just made me feel. Because I just let her swallow my seed.
Because there's this burning force inside me that wants my cum in her womb. That flares red at the thought of breeding with her. At the thought of her belly rising with what's ours, letting the world know who she belongs to.
Next time, I'm coming inside her. And every time after that.