I’m about to turn and say something about Roman looking for her, but out of my peripheral vision I see a shapely goddess step into the light. There standing in the corner of the room, illuminated by lanterns and strobe lights, with eerie noise being piped in through speakers, is Brinly, wearing a floor-length gown, all in white, and a bodice that emphasizes her voluptuous curves which has her tits bursting out at the top.
“Holy shit, you look so fucking beautiful.”
She doesn’t say a thing, instead just crooks her princess-like finger at me in a gesture that says, “Come here.” So, I do what any guy would do when he’s caught in the tractor beam of a sexy as fuck woman. I walk toward her.
But not before she stops me and says, “Shut and lock the door.”
Brinly
I’ve hadthis on my mind all day long.
Actually, scratch that. All week long.
I’ve wanted to be alone again with Preston in a dark room where I could get down on my knees for him and thank him for…well, for just being Preston. For being so amazing and treating me like a princess.
My mother called the other day and asked me how things were going. When I mentioned having a boyfriend (maybe I was jumping the gun a bit, but this felt real between us), she grilled me about his background for a half an hour. Who is he? Where does he come from? Who’s his family? What does he plan to do with his life?
Good grief, you’d think he was a thug and a criminal by the way she reacted to me telling her Preston was a hockey player. The horror!
But I paid her no mind. She could insult my intelligence, and his, all she wanted, but it didn’t change the way I feel about Preston. He lights me up from the inside out and turns me on like nobody’s business.
Which is why I had plans for tonight.
“Wh-what are you doing, Brinly?”
I crane my neck back to look up into Preston’s face, his eyes wide with shock, and eyebrows shooting skyward. It’s rather cute.
Cocking my head to the side, I begin to unbuckle his costume pants. They are these MC Hammer-type parachute pantaloons or something weird but do nothing to hide his very large and distended package.
“You’re a smart guy. What does it look like I’m doing?”
I part the flaps of the material and shove it down his legs, allowing my eyes and hands to peruse his strong, muscular thighs. The hair on his legs tickles my fingers as I feather over his skin upward to his briefs.
I palm his erection and feel the heat from his steely length and it gives me the courage to keep doing what I’m about to do. Slipping my fingernails underneath the elastic band, I tug the material of his briefs over his cock and watch it as it springs free.
When we slept together the other day, I didn’t get a chance to put my mouth on him. I touched him, for sure, but it was all about the penetrative sex and experimenting with various positions. Finding what I liked and what turned me on.
In my haste, however, I didn’t have the opportunity to taste him, which is something I’ve regretted this entire week. And now I’m able to remedy that oversight.
Leaning in, my nose brushes the side of his cock and I can smell the earthy, masculine scent of him. I wrap my fingers around his steely length, surprised at how soft and smooth he is, even though so very hard. Preston stands stalk still, but his hands land on top my head, fingers threading through my hair, careful to avoid the crown seated at the top.
I’ve given a blow job before. I’m sure it wasn’t spectacularly great or impressive, but it got the job done. Tonight, though, I want to savor things. Be bold and brave and find out what makes Preston lose his mind.
I sling my free hand around to his ass cheek and squeeze, pulling him closer. My tongue licks a path from the base of his cock to the tip, flicking over the generous amount of leakage and getting my first taste.
Continuing my quest, I swirl and lave around the tight, purple head before I swallow him whole.
“Ungh…” he moans loudly. “God, Brin. I wasn’t expecting this. But don’t stop.”
I laugh and in doing so, take him too far back in my throat and start to gag. My mistake, however, has elicited a response so wickedly hot from Preston that I do it again on purpose. Relaxing my tongue, I open my mouth as wide as I can, pull his cock to the back of my throat and swallow.
Preston’s hand tightens in my hair and words of nonsense spill out of his mouth. He begins moving in earnest, rutting into my face and mouth.
“Brin…oh god, baby. I’m so close. You gotta…”
He tries to pull me off his cock, but I won’t have it. I continue to swallow and swallow and swallow, and then he’s coming. I feel the first spasms of his orgasm on my tongue as his cock twitches and throbs, and then taste and feel the hot, salty release of his cum in my mouth.
I take all he has to give and when he pulls out, I sit back on my heels wiping at the corners of my mouth, my dress billowing around me as I smile up at him in triumph.
