(For Zackary G)
Sucking his cock was my guilty pleasure. And sometimes it was all I wanted, all I needed. Whether it was vanilla or not.
Crawling next to him in bed, I knew I wanted his dick. I didn’t need anything else, not tonight. I didn’t need an orgasm. He could give me many if I wanted it. I just wanted his cock in my mouth. His soothing, sexy, golden honey-colored member of pure pleasure.
I kissed his lips and he sensed it. He was still learning my body, my carnal reaction to him. He knew I just needed him and nothing more. I reached for him. He was so hard. Our mouths opened in anticipation. My dripping pussy clenched and ached but all I wanted was to have that cock in between my lips, with my tongue swirling around it.
I just wanted to please him.
I slid my curvy body down his, reaching under the covers, and pulled his cock out. I hovered over his meat and took in his delicious masculine scent. I ran my hands down his thighs and I kissed his chiseled belly, gliding my tongue over the insanely sexy line of dark hair that ran down to top of his pubis.
I lifted his balls and gently flicked my tongue on the velvety underside. My moaning intensified as his breath quickened and his jaw clenched. I slid my tongue ever so gently up the heated shaft, slowly moving up his cock to the tip. I lightly nipped at the swollen head before taking it into my mouth. I tasted his precum which leaked as I masterly sucked on the head.
He was so delicious!
I spat saliva into my hand and stroked him with a firm but sensual grip. My lips parted with pleasure and took him all the way in, not letting a single inch miss contact with my tongue. I moaned loudly as I worked his cock, going up and down, taking in more and more of his length until I could feel him hitting the back of my throat. His hands tangled in my hair while his groans and soft curses increased. It was such a high: feeling so incredibly turned on by the control I had over him.
His immense pleasure was my goal.
I loved on his beauty until he gave me my reward, filling my mouth with hot jizz as he thrusted his hips forward. I gulped down every drop. He tasted so divine. I’m so appreciative of how he gives himself to me. But sucking his cock was my guilty pleasure. Whether it was vanilla or not – I didn’t care. I would suck it every single day without any hesitation.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/isz71o/my_guilty_pleasure_mf_fellatio