I was on my bed, my hair undone in my night clothes. The sleeve of my tank top was almost falling down from my shoulders, and my nipples were prominent because of the thin material of the clothing. He was all dressed up, looking perfect and absolutely innocent while sipping on his tea trying his level best to ignore the sight in front of him.
He came near my bed to take his phone from the bedside table. I held him by his arm, assuming he was about to leave the room. He disturbingly asked, “What?” wrinkling his brows and forehead and leaving his lips parted. I pulled him by his arm I was holding so he knew I wanted him to face me. He turned towards me fully and I got up from the bed and sat up, looking down and then put a section of my hair behind my ears.
“What happened?”, this time his voice was more stern and deep. I let go off his arm and very gently ran my fingers down his belly button touching the end of his tee shirt, the belt on his trousers and down below. Who was he kidding? He was hard. I looked and gasped at him for a moment only to find him looking really confused and embarrassed. Without wasting any further time and fearing that he’d leave if I engaged in even a small conversation, I undid his belt and pants button. I pull the zipper down and then his jeans. I tie my open, long hair into a quick bun before pulling his boxers down, letting his thing spring out. I take it in my hand and bend my head down. It starts growing bigger in my hand and hotter as I wrap my fingers around it. The tip slowly becomes red as I observe it, as if it’s blushing. I look up on him once. He is staring straight down at me. I can’t make out whether his eyes are fixated on me or down my loose plunging neckline which is clearly exhibiting my cleavage. Either way, he gulps. My fingers cross something wet and sticky as I look back down at his throbbing staff realising that it’s oozing of pre-cum now. With one flick of my tongue, I clean the head off the salty cum, as he lets out a little moan. I run my tongue through the rest of his shaft, his prominent nerves on my palate, burning up my tongue from the hotness. All his body’s blood is being directed here right now- to make this juicy, fleshy thing hard and stiff. I return to his tip, after wetting his shaft with my saliva only to find that he’s oozing pre-cum yet again. I look back at him. He’s biting his lower lip now while breathing heavily. This time, I cup his shaft with both my hands and suck on his head like I do to strawberries. Mmm.. the bittersweet taste of pre-cum. I push my mouth further in, until my lips reach the end of his shaft. Feeling his tip on my throat, soaked my panties so much, I’m pretty sure that by now it can be noticed even over my shorts. I grab his ass cheeks with both my hands and start moving my mouth in and out, slowly. He’s so wet that his pre-cum is going straight down my throat. While I feel sad that I can’t taste his pre-cum anymore as it’s going past my tongue, his moans are music to my ears as his every grunt insists my pussy to make a mess out of my panties. I dig my nails into his ass as I blow him voraciously while my boobs clash with each other, making a slutty sound I know he likes. I wish I had wore a bra. After sometime, his moans start getting weaker. I need to change rhythm. I let go of his ass and cup his balls, while I rotate my tongue around his shaft. He let’s out a big grunt, calling out my name. My thoughts shifted to my pussy once again. Damn I wish he could touch me down there right now..but my fantasies were broken by the sudden pull on my tied up hair. It’s him. He held the back of my head with both his hands. I froze for a moment. Next thing I know, I was in his control. He shoved my mouth in and out of his dick vigorously, faster than I could keep up. I felt him throbbing inside my mouth as his moans became louder and more consistent. He is close. Grabbing his balls? No way! I was holding his legs down for support as he kept on fucking my face in the roughest possible manner.
He teared up my poor lips and didn’t let me breathe. Everytime his head hit my throat, I choked. I tried my best to breathe through my nose. But a lack of oxygen made my brain go blank. It felt so good. _He_ felt so good. He sped up his thrusting. This is it. He moaned one last time and plunged his dick deep inside my mouth and stayed there shooting ropes and ropes of his thick hot cum down my throat. I don’t even have an option to spit. I am forced to gulp down whatever he’s squirting in me. A few seconds later, he finally stopped. Taking his dick out of my mouth, he slapped me with it. Left and right. Before it went limp. He cleaned off his tip on my lips and put it back inside his boxers, zipping up his jeans. I was still trying to get a hold of myself. I looked up at him as he did his belt and licked his final drops of cum off my lips, smirking.