him to take her there and now. She was asking to give him the
same kind of pleasure he’d given her. Paul had used his mouth on her body. Why
couldn’t she reciprocate? From the feel of his cock on her stomach, Paul was
desperate for a release. She felt his pre-cum smearing her stomach. Paul wanted
it, too. He was just being a giant pain in the ass.
“You’re not going to let up until
you get what you want, are you?” he asked.
“Nope, I’m a persistent one. You
should remember.”
“Fine, but you’ll do exactly what I
say.”
“I promise.”
He froze above her. “You’re too
fucking innocent.”
“I’ll do anything you want.” She
batted her eyelashes at him.
“You’re going to be the death of
me.” He climbed off her and moved to sit on the sofa. Paul opened his thighs
and crooked his finger in her direction. “Come here.”
Crawling toward him, Rachel didn’t
take her gaze away from him. Paul held his stiff cock in his hand. The shaft
pointed straight up and appeared to be throbbing. Licking her lips, she rested
her palms on each thigh and settled between them.
She was more than prepared to feel
him in her mouth.
“Go on then. Teach me how you like
it.”
“First, say the word cock.”
Rachel hadn’t been prepared for
that.
“You’re not getting your pretty
little lips anywhere near my cock without you saying the word first.”
“Cock.” The word felt foreign rolling off
her tongue.
“Good. Now say, ‘Paul, I want to
suck your cock.’”
She repeated what he said, stumbling
once over his name.
He took hold of her hand, and like
last night he pressed her palm around the stem of the shaft. Paul tightened his
grip, and she did what he asked. Tightening her fist at the base, he then
stroked his shaft to the tip and back down again.
“Let go,” he said.
Letting go, she watched him pull
back the foreskin revealing the bulbous head, which was coated in his pre-cum.
Coating a finger Paul offered it up to her. “Have a taste, and if you like you
can give me the same kind of pleasure that I gave you.”
He presented her with a finger.
Rolling her eyes, she took the digit into her mouth, sucking off his cum. The
taste was salty but not revolting.
“Can I play now?” she asked.
“You’re going to be a hard one to deal
with.”
Smiling, she took possession of his
shaft once again in her fist. She did as he showed her, working the length
tightly with her hand. It wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to feel him inside
her mouth.
Holding Paul at the base of his cock
Rachel lowered her head and took the tip of him between her lips. Out of the
corner of her eye she saw his hands tighten into fists on the arm of the sofa.
Stroking her tongue along the tip she licked away all of his pre-cum and then
took more of him. Coming off his cock she followed the path of the thick
pulsating vein along the side. Coating all of his cock with her saliva like
she’d seen some of the women in the porn movies do it, she then took him to the
back of her throat, sucking him in. Before she gagged, Rachel eased off his
length, licking him once more. She blew ever so lightly, to ruffle the curls
surrounding his cock. His dick stood straight, glistening in the light. It
looked red and swollen, and she imagined Paul was painfully aching for an orgasm.
She could not allow the man she
loved to be in pain with the need to orgasm. He’d given her an amazing release.
She wanted to do the same for him. Opening her lips she took as much of his
cock as she could without gagging. The thought of gagging ruined the mood for
Rachel.
“Son of a bitch,” he said, cursing.
****
For a virgin Rachel knew how to suck
cock. At least, to Paul, she did. He wasn’t going to point out a few of her
faults. Her inexperience was part of her charm. Some women could take a cock to
the back of the throat and swallow the tip down without causing a problem. Paul
knew she wasn’t ready for that. The feel of her lips
same kind of pleasure he’d given her. Paul had used his mouth on her body. Why
couldn’t she reciprocate? From the feel of his cock on her stomach, Paul was
desperate for a release. She felt his pre-cum smearing her stomach. Paul wanted
it, too. He was just being a giant pain in the ass.
“You’re not going to let up until
you get what you want, are you?” he asked.
“Nope, I’m a persistent one. You
should remember.”
“Fine, but you’ll do exactly what I
say.”
“I promise.”
He froze above her. “You’re too
fucking innocent.”
“I’ll do anything you want.” She
batted her eyelashes at him.
“You’re going to be the death of
me.” He climbed off her and moved to sit on the sofa. Paul opened his thighs
and crooked his finger in her direction. “Come here.”
Crawling toward him, Rachel didn’t
take her gaze away from him. Paul held his stiff cock in his hand. The shaft
pointed straight up and appeared to be throbbing. Licking her lips, she rested
her palms on each thigh and settled between them.
She was more than prepared to feel
him in her mouth.
“Go on then. Teach me how you like
it.”
“First, say the word cock.”
Rachel hadn’t been prepared for
that.
“You’re not getting your pretty
little lips anywhere near my cock without you saying the word first.”
“Cock.” The word felt foreign rolling off
her tongue.
“Good. Now say, ‘Paul, I want to
suck your cock.’”
She repeated what he said, stumbling
once over his name.
He took hold of her hand, and like
last night he pressed her palm around the stem of the shaft. Paul tightened his
grip, and she did what he asked. Tightening her fist at the base, he then
stroked his shaft to the tip and back down again.
“Let go,” he said.
Letting go, she watched him pull
back the foreskin revealing the bulbous head, which was coated in his pre-cum.
Coating a finger Paul offered it up to her. “Have a taste, and if you like you
can give me the same kind of pleasure that I gave you.”
He presented her with a finger.
Rolling her eyes, she took the digit into her mouth, sucking off his cum. The
taste was salty but not revolting.
“Can I play now?” she asked.
“You’re going to be a hard one to deal
with.”
Smiling, she took possession of his
shaft once again in her fist. She did as he showed her, working the length
tightly with her hand. It wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to feel him inside
her mouth.
Holding Paul at the base of his cock
Rachel lowered her head and took the tip of him between her lips. Out of the
corner of her eye she saw his hands tighten into fists on the arm of the sofa.
Stroking her tongue along the tip she licked away all of his pre-cum and then
took more of him. Coming off his cock she followed the path of the thick
pulsating vein along the side. Coating all of his cock with her saliva like
she’d seen some of the women in the porn movies do it, she then took him to the
back of her throat, sucking him in. Before she gagged, Rachel eased off his
length, licking him once more. She blew ever so lightly, to ruffle the curls
surrounding his cock. His dick stood straight, glistening in the light. It
looked red and swollen, and she imagined Paul was painfully aching for an orgasm.
She could not allow the man she
loved to be in pain with the need to orgasm. He’d given her an amazing release.
She wanted to do the same for him. Opening her lips she took as much of his
cock as she could without gagging. The thought of gagging ruined the mood for
Rachel.
“Son of a bitch,” he said, cursing.
****
For a virgin Rachel knew how to suck
cock. At least, to Paul, she did. He wasn’t going to point out a few of her
faults. Her inexperience was part of her charm. Some women could take a cock to
the back of the throat and swallow the tip down without causing a problem. Paul
knew she wasn’t ready for that. The feel of her lips
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