12 #2
“Shit, God, I’m—” I bit my lip viciously, trying to fight it.
“You’ll also tell me what you like, yeah?” she whispered shyly. “Tell me how to please you, too.”
“Fuck.” I snarled. I didn’t realise how tantalising that statement was until she was the one saying it. “Yeah, of course. You can just ... explore. Take it slow.”
She nodded, eyes locked on mine as she pointed my shaft toward her mouth, then leaned forward to kiss the leaking head, her lips soft and plush. She took just the tip between her lips, tonguing at the sensitive underside, then sucking gently on the mushroom head.
“Yes, that’s—fuck,” I snarled as she swirled her tongue again, then experimentally tongued at the slit. I lifted up onto my toes in my effort to fight against my rapidly building orgasm, my hands going into her hair.
She sucked the head into her mouth again, attempting to take me in deeper. I shuddered with a mix of pleasure and alarm as her teeth lightly scraped against my sensitive flesh. Jesus, God, why was that slight threat of pain so fucking hot, oh my God.
She pulled off my prick with an obscene noise, and I bit back a groan of protest.
She glanced shyly up at me. “You can—” God, she’d barely done anything, and she already sounded hoarse as fuck. “If you want ... you can fuck my mouth.” I bit back a tortured sound. “Just—you know. Be gentle.”
I swallowed repeatedly to clear the grit in my own voice. “But ... I mean—are you sure?”
She nodded, eyes dark and hungry. “Yes. I’m sure. I want it. Only if you want it, too.”
Christ. Fuck. I wanted to say something teasing, but found myself going for breathy honesty instead. “Yes, I want it.”
She moaned softly, encouragingly, as I wrapped my right hand around my dick, squeezing the base painfully tight.
My left hand cupped her head, holding her steady as I pushed my hips forward.
She opened her mouth easily for me, and I couldn’t help the raw sound I made as I pushed my dick against her tongue.
“Wider,” I commanded gruffly.
She whined, squirming, opening her mouth further, her tongue automatically extending as she tilted her head back, really giving me a show. My fist squeezed tighter around my shaft, relentlessly fighting back my impending release.
Eyes locked on mine, her mouth closed around the swollen head, her cheeks hollowing. She sucked for a moment, then completely pulled off again.
“Wait, fuck, sorry,” she said between panting breaths. “I almost forgot, let me—” Her soft, wet mouth returned to my prick, after she’d carefully tucked her lips over her teeth.
“G-Goddamn.” I pushed my hips forward, slowly, even though every inch of me was screaming to just shove down her throat.
The sight of my dick between her lips—even if it was just the tip and barely an inch more—had my lower belly cramping up, my balls tightening warningly. I squeezed my hand tighter around the base, but even that was beginning to feel like pleasurable torture.
“All right?” She managed a slight nod. I eased in a little deeper.
Apart from a soft little moan, she didn’t protest, her hands landing on my hips and squeezing encouragingly.
“That’s so good.” She made another low noise.
I pushed in another inch. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well.
” She moaned again. Her eyelids were heavy, eyes growing teary, but she was breathing through her nose, relaxing her tongue.
“Fuck, Fure, baby.” I kept going like that, feeding her inch by inch, only stopping when her mouth was pressed against my fist, preventing me from burying myself to the hilt.
She swallowed around my length, and I made a helpless, desperate noise, my dick pulsing hard in her mouth.
She tapped my hips with her fingers. I immediately made to pull out, but her grip on my hips tightened, forcing me to remain still.
I stared down at her, panting, trying to read what she wanted in her expression. “You want me to stop?” She tapped twice. I took that to mean no. I swallowed. “Want me to go deeper?” One tap.
My dick throbbed hotly, threateningly. “Shit. Fuck. Are you sure?” One tap. Fuck. “Okay.” Shit, shit. Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come. “I’ll take it real slow, yeah?” One tap. “Just—just tap me twice if it’s too much—or whenever you want me to stop.” Another tap.
God, God. I removed my right hand from my aching shaft, letting it join my left in her hair. Shit. Fuck. Don’t you dare fucking come, Uzezi.
I pushed forward, slow and torturous, watching her nostrils flare and her eyes water, until the head of my prick hit the back of her sinfully welcoming mouth.
“Jesus.” My voice was a shaky, desperate rasp.
I didn’t even realise when my hands had fisted her hair tight.
“God-fucking-damn.” My lower belly was quivering with the effort it was taking to keep myself from coming.
Ofure was openly crying now, staring up at me.
I didn’t dare move again; I could feel her throat fluttering around the head of my dick as she fought to keep from gagging.
“God. Look at your fucking mouth; can’t believe you took all that dick. Goddamn.”
She whined. I pulled out, slow, gentle. Her cheeks hollowed, creating sinful suction that had pleasure jolting up my legs and zinging through my balls.
“Shit, fuck, Goddamn, God—” I pushed back in, still torturously slow.
My right hand moved to cup her jaw, and I angled my hips so I was pushing into her cheek.
I stared with a no doubt discombobulated expression on my face, pressing my thumb against the shape of my prick through her skin. “Holy fucking shit.”
The pace was pure, pleasurable agony. The depth of her mouth was startlingly hot, rapidly filling with saliva that was slowly spilling past the seal of her lips, soaking my dick to the base.
I made an embarrassing noise when I changed angles again, and the head of my shaft hit the back of her throat for the second time.
Jesus. I could barely think. I wanted to come so fucking badly, but I desperately wanted this to last a little longer.
Ofure chose that moment to swallow, her throat convulsing around me.
I yanked my dick out of her mouth with a strangled shout.
She jerked back with a startled sound as I shoved my hand between us, fisting myself and stroking brutally, almost whimpering as I proceeded to come all over her face.
“J-Jesus,” I gasped, my stomach clenched tight, my balls pulsing so hard they ached, emptying practically everything. Creamy streaks of white painted her lips and cheeks, some splashing across her breasts. “Ah. Goddamn, God—fuck!”
I kept tightly stroking until I’d milked out every last drop.
Ofure moaned when I finally stopped, leaning forward and taking the head into her mouth, sucking at the come clinging to the tip.
I keened, shaking and overwhelmed, my balls giving one more desperate pulse.
I gently pushed her head away when I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fucking hell.” My voice was almost unintelligible. “Goddamn, Ofure.”
I eased her to her feet, then kissed her filthily, licking my come off her lips. Then I made my way all over her face. She laughed breathlessly as I shamelessly licked and kissed away the evidence of my orgasm until her skin was bare once more.
“Fuck, Uzi.” She squirmed, seemingly in indecision, then abruptly tugged my right leg. I dutifully pushed it forward, eyebrows flying up to my hairline when she promptly straddled it.
Her dress was parted around her thighs, I had her panties in my pocket, and my trousers and briefs were still down at my ankles, which meant she had her naked pussy pressed right up against the equally bare skin of my thigh.
She buried her face in my throat and began to rock her hips, shamelessly humping me, taking her pleasure.
My sensitive, softening dick gave an almost painful jolt, trying futilely to get hard again.
“Holy fuck, you’re so sexy.” I groaned. I gripped her rocking hips, pressing my thigh harder against where she needed it. Her pussy was so warm—soft and swollen and dripping wet. “God. That’s it. Let me feel you take exactly what you need.”
It didn’t take long before she was sobbing into my neck, thighs clamping hard around my leg as her entire body shuddered.
My dick gave another eager jolt; it had refused to go fully soft.
A few seconds more and I’d probably be ready to go again.
Ofure went boneless, melting into my arms with a soft sigh.
“Fuck,” I whispered. How could it possibly get any better—any hotter—than this? I had the stray, painful reminder of this thing between me and Ofure ending—had the abrupt realisation that no one else was ever going to compare.
Well, that was a bit devastating. And something I definitely didn’t want to think about right now. Or ever, maybe.
For a few moments, our panting breaths were the only sounds in the room.
I eventually broke the silence. “I could really go for some chicken chow mein right about now.”
Ofure snorted a laugh into my neck. She pulled back, her eyes dancing with mirth. At the sight of her flushed face, her curved mouth—and the memories of what we’d just done—my heart did something funny behind my ribcage.
“Should we stroll down to Wok and Go?” It was the Chinese takeaway just about two minutes from our houses.
“Sounds like a plan.”