Edge

Read part 1 here.

I stop licking you. I remove my hands from your body completely. Your eyes are closed, but you can feel mine on you- burning every inch of your skin. You look up at me, seeing me bite my lip and smirk as I stare at your gorgeous cock. You know that smirk well- I’m just getting started.

My fingers trail along your side, nails raking over your hips before my fingertips trickle back up your body. Your shiver makes me giggle as I repeat the motion on the other side. I am leaning over you, taking my time dancing my fingertips all over you. I shift up your body, lightly trailing my nipples along your torso. I bring my lips back to yours, but not for a kiss. You groan as I lick your lips. 

You feel my tongue impossibly gently on your earlobe. I press my tits onto you, close enough that you can smell my perfume, but far enough away that your mouth can only water. I slowly slink back to your cock, helping myself to the bead of precum at its tip. 

“Do you want more?” I ask innocently.

I take your growl to be a yes.

I square my shoulders, settling myself back between your legs. I spit on you and we both watch it run down your length. I lick my lips, and finally get to work.

You cry out as I force your cock into my throat in one fluid motion. As quickly as it happens, I am off of you. Your incredulous stare earns a smirk.

I take you back into my mouth; this time you feel my tongue swirl around you a few times before the tip of your cock reaches my throat. I hold you there, swallowing to show off. Your moan doesn’t even have time to leave your mouth before you hear a pop as your cock yet again leaves my mouth.

“You might want to stop it,” you warn, “because I am going to enjoy paying you ba-…”

You swallow your words as I swallow your cock. I unleash my full array of skill, taking you deep into my throat over and over, punctuating with spit, a swirling tongue, and a moan that reverberates through your entire body. I feel you relax into my rhythm, so I stop.

“Stop it?” I say with a smirk. ”Yes, Sir.”

You have the look of a kid who has lost his balloon as I straddle your hips again, until my tits hang over your face.- that somehow always makes your eyes sparkle. I drag my nipples over your face, narrowly dodging your hungry mouth. I bring my lips to yours, my voice a whisper: “I guess that means it’s my turn.”

My legs pin your arms down as I move up your body. I hover over you; you can see my wetness, smell my need. You crane your neck to taste me, and I swivel my hips just out of your reach. 

“Say please,” I say. 

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