He can’t wait anymore. He rises up, drags his shirt over his head, rips open the fly of his jeans, then takes his erection in his fist. “Need your mouth, sweetheart,” he rasps.
I sit up, scoot closer to him, wrap my hand around the thick base of his c**k, and slide the head between my lips.
His soft moan is my reward.
I stroke his shaft as I get the head of his c**k wet all over, then take it deeper into my mouth, sucking, feeling him tight and hot against my tongue. He hisses in a breath, digging his hands into my hair, and flexes his hips, looking down at me as I suck him deeper into my mouth.
He gasps when I take him all the way to the base.
When I circle my other hand around his balls, he shudders. I start a rhythm, achingly slow, a drag and pull with my mouth that allows me to fe
