I wish my dick wasn’t responding the way it is. I stand dazed, looking down at her, not sure how to react.
“I don’t know if this is a healthy way to process.” It comes out low and breathy.
“I don’t think your cock agrees.”
She’s right, and it reminds me as it throbs at her use of the word.
“Drew, I…” I pause. “I…” another pause as I try to clear my head of the sudden sex-fueled haze.
“You don’t want to fuck me?”
“I didn’t say that.” Smirking as I say it, trying to avert my eyes from her so I can think straight.
Her hand finds its way back to my unbuttoned jeans as she steps into me again. Her perked nipples now visible through her shirt right before they brush against my chest.
“I just think —”
“Then don’t.” She cuts me off.
“What?”
“Don’t think.”
Looking down at her, she pulls her lip in with her teeth, hesitation written all over her face as she waits for me to respond.
“If you don’t want to, I’m sorry.” She backs up, causing me to abandon all rational thought.
Pulling her to me, leaning down and slamming my lips back to hers. Her hand comes back to where she left off, sliding the zipper down.
“What hurts?” I ask her, breaking away for a moment as she sends me a questioning look. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
The pout she gives me makes me realizing we may be more alike than either of us thinks.
“I don’t want to cause you pain from your injuries.” I correct myself.
“I’ll tell you when to stop.” She smirks before kneeling down infront of me.
My mind hazes over as her hands come up, pulling my jeans down my thighs until they’re pooling at my feet
“Off.” Her lust-fueled eyes glance up at me.
Toeing my boots off and stepping out of my jeans, she licks her bottom lip before nibbling on it.
“Not so fast.”
Tilting her head up, she looks at me again before nodding, almost as if she already knows what I’m telling her. She exhales before pulling her shirt up over her head, exposing her tits.
Time slows down as her lips wrap around the head, and she tediously engulfs me, taking me all the way into her mouth before I feel my tip pressing against the back of her throat.
My hand falls down, weaving my fingers in her hair as I gasp out, not being able to stop the words as they come tumbling out. “Your brother’s gonna kill me.”
Drew pulls back from me quickly, my cock slipping out with a slurp. “How about you don’t mention my brother when your cock’s in my mouth.”
My cock twitches when she says it before she wraps her lips back around it and slides back down over it.
“Whatever you say.” I groan out as she wraps her hand around the base of my shaft, twisting her wrist and sliding down until her lips meet her hand.
“Goddamn.” I groan out.
