“Excuse me?”
“Isaid, shut up.”
He’s before me in four quick steps, his hard chest now pressed up right against mine. He pulls my hair firmly, jerking my head back and forcing me to look him in the eyes. His lips softly caress mine.
“Listen. I’m sorry, Char,” he says breathlessly. “I’m so sorry that I crossed a boundary, but you can’t tell me to shut up and expect me not to do anything about it.”
He pulls my waist with his other hand, pressing me aggressively into his hardness. “It gets mesoriled up when you give me attitude. I can’t resist touching youwhen you snap at me,” he growls, nipping my nose, and then biting my bottom lip.
I gently unclasp his grip from my hair and press my hands on his chest, guiding him backwards toward his bike. His heavy lidded eyes never leave mine as he pants below my fingertips, desire so thick it’s radiating off him. We come to a stop when the bike won’t let us move anymore due to the kickstand holding it up at an angle.
I make quick work of untying the drawstrings on his sweatpants.
“Char, what are you-?”
“I’m assuming this whole thing was my surprise. But now that I’ve got my surprise, I want to give you yours.”
My knees spread as I squat down forcing my bodycon dress to roll up above my ass, leaving it hanging out bare.
“Fuck, you don’t have any underwear on. And this view,holy shit, baby.”
I rip down his sweatpants in one move. He’s so hard it looks like it’s going to bust out of his underwear.
I’m nervous to see it for the first time. I have no idea what to expect.
My fingers clasp onto his underwear and tug them down, revealing him to me fully for the first time. I’munsure how to do this or how to fit all of him in my mouth, but I’m sure as hell going to give it my best shot.
I think of watermelon to get my mouth to salivate like I read to do online and set my lips on him. His hips buck immediately, almost sending him too deep into my throat too quickly.
Fighting the gag reflux, I move one hand on his shaft to cover the distance I can’t get yet while I run my lips and tongue over the rest. My other hand explores adventurously between his abs and balls to see which get him to moan loader.
His breathing increases with small moans of “fuck” escaping in between.
Good, I must be doing this right.
He bends down to ball my hair up and keep it out of the way. Or so I thought until my head motions without intentional movement. I let him guide me, but he’s getting too deep. I gag, forcing him out of my mouth.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t take you all in,” I cough as I wipe the drool dripping down my chin. “You’re too big.”
Breathing heavy but not saying anything, he grabs my left hand and pinches me hard in the soft part between my thumb and index finger. He holds it for ten seconds and then drops it.
“Try now,” he pants as he stares at me through his lower lashes, licking his bottom lip in anticipation.
His eyes are glazed over and full of nothing but want and need for me. It makes me feel invincible. He fists my hair again but waits patiently for me to be ready to take him in. I open my mouth, signaling I’m good to go as he guides me deeper and deeper and deeper. Slowly moving me fully down his shaft until it goes past the back of my throat.
Holy shit. My gag reflex is completely gone. I have no idea how he did that, but I’m not going to worry about it now.
He moans with each thrust, increasing his speed and the strength with which he grips my hair.
“Fuck, babe, I’m so close,” he breathes, his thrusts quickening as he holds me still.
Soon after he releases a loud grunt, signaling climax, his fingers tense and release multiple times in my hair. My eyes water but I let the pulsating pressure sit in my mouth as I choke what I can down my throat, the rest falling out the sides of my mouth.
Releasing my hair, he leans back on his bike to catch his breath. I swallow and wipe the residual cum off, savoring the salty taste and look up at him through my eyelashes, admiring the perfection of his body. His absdeeply flex with each breath. Small beads of sweat form and drip down his skin and the muscles in his arms are still fully tense.
“How was it?” I ask sheepishly, not bothering to move my dress down as I stand up, letting my ass hang out and the dress rest at my waist.
“That was the best blowjob I’ve ever fucking had. I swear to God. I do not know how you knew how to do that so well, but I’m one fucking lucky guy.”
