He says I’m a good girl [FM]

I’ve been such a good girl I still have cum buried in my ass while I type this, a goodbye present I begged for since he won’t have me to fuck for three days.

He’s needy. The more he’s satisfied, the more he wants. And I can be pretty satisfying.

I arrived around 3pm Wednesday. We are usually naked and penetrating something within five minutes of reuniting, but we both were in the middle of busy workdays that proved too pressing. By the time we got to the bed a few hours later, his dick was so hard, his breathing so quick, eyes so wild with desire I thought he might barely have time to fully open my throat. But he was also desperate to see me drool, gag, and work, so he held it off for a little while. I grinned up at him while fucking him with my face, left hand holding the base firmly, saturated right hand jerking him while my mouth moved along with it, up and down, up and down. I put both hands on the bed to help with momentum while I opened wide, sending cock into the back of my throat and beyond, groaning rhythmically while bobbing down as far as possible, taking little breaks to catch my breath and keep the gagging on this side of vomiting. He told me to keep fucking him. He slapped my taut cheek several times until I complied.

At some point he told me told me I had to cum before I could get the faceful I was after. He loves seeing pleasure squirm across my face, but I think he also knows I can relax my throat even more once I’m melted from orgasm. (And he’s right, of course.) I rode his cock while he twisted my nips, my hips grinding fully into his body while he told me I had to cum if I wanted my slutty mouth filled. I knew he meant it, and I sure as fuck wanted my slutty mouth filled. So I rode him hard until that magical moment of no return, where the cum is inevitable and about 12 sec away so long as nothing changes. The wave crashed me and I thrashed him, moaning and high on sex chemicals.

But this was no time to lay about — I needed sticky sweet cum, coating my throat and tongue, and I needed it now. And he wasn’t going to let me relax, either. He grabbed my shoulders and put me back in place. I was between his legs again by the time my own aftershocks hit, groaning into his dick, shuddering while my fingers massaged and tugged his balls. It wasn’t long now. He told me to suck harder, told me to lick all my own cum up, and somewhere midsentence he lost it. He shot between my lips, my tongue poised to accept and taste everything, the sweet strands entering me like my favorite drug.

I smiled, felt his core tighten to look down at me, and I knew he wanted to see my mouth full and my cum-high eyes flirting up at him as I swallowed him down. I made a show of gulping mightily before making my way back up his warm, smooth, momentarily satisfied body, kissing him with my cock breath before snuggling in.

He came in my mouth three more times in the next 24 hours — I should really lift today after all that protein. And this morning, I got up early and used a bulb to clean my ass a couple hours before going back up to find him, put him back on his back, fuck him with my throat and asshole before taking another load so deep I can’t manage the pic I promised of it slipping out my slutty hole.

He made me promise to tell you all about what a good girl I was, so here I am obeying again, baby.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hszzsf/he_says_im_a_good_girl_fm