Eww.
A nudge from his hips brings me back to the present. Oh...right.Gulp. He gently drags my head down the line of his shaft, causing my mouth to slide down the smoothness, right to the tip.
"Mhmm..." he groans. "Yeah, baby. Apologize to that cock with those sweet lips."
With his crown pressed to my lips, I purse them and give the gentlest peck to where the elastic popped him. That butterfly-soft kiss swells his shaft, sending blood to the tip and engorging it.
We both watch it twitch and grow. "Oh, you’ve done it now, Mercy. Open your mouth."
Alarm flashes through me. I can’t do that yet. He's too big and I have a smaller than usual mouth.
He notices my anxiety.Of coursehe does—nothing escapes him. "Just the tip, kitten, I swear. I know you’re not ready to do that yet."
Just the tip.
How many girls have been suckered in by that line? Hopefully, he means it, though.
Hesitantly, I open my mouth the tiniest of bits, but it's enough for Amos to push the head through. It shocks me enough that I almost reflexively bite down on the invading object in my mouth, but I catch myself at the last minute.
That's all I need. If I have to kiss his cock for hurting it with underwear, I don't even want to imagine how I'd have to apologize for accidentally using teeth. His dick is hard enough that he doesn't need to use a hand to hold it anymore, so his free hand interlocks with the other on my head, just resting and not pulling. Surrendering to instinct, I suck lightly on the tip.
"Yes, Mercy," Amos rasps. "Do that again, baby girl."
Stiffening my grip on his hips, I contract my lips again on his inflamed head.
"Harder. Suck...harder. Wait—" he pushes my head back, groaning in pleasure when he sees the silvery string of his precum and my saliva trailing from his slit to my lips. Taking my hands from his hips, he stacks them on his hard cock. "Squeeze me tight and suck the tip harder. Yes, just like that," he hisses.
It's easy to keep going since he's gotten me started. My hands barely wrap around his now fully erect shaft, but I tighten them as much as I can and suction my mouth, popping off and on his glans. Sucking that leaking head like I can't let one single drop escape.
Long moments pass as I nurse on his cockhead. The wet sounds as his shaft leaves my lips are so vulgar, but so arousing. I have no experience at all with any of this, but I'm pretty sure Amos likes what I’m doing.
He rumbles praise at me, fingers clenching in my hair. "Good girl, Mercy. Keep going. Yeah, baby.Yeahhhhh...al—most..."
His hips thrust a scant bit deeper into my mouth before he pulls back, saying, "Sorry, baby. I'm...about to come...keep sucking. Drink it all down. Drink—me.Aghhh—"
That's the only warning I get before warm liquid spurts into my mouth. I almost gag, completely unprepared for how far back it shoots into my throat, but keep a forceful suction around his crown and swallow his cum until his gasps die down and his hips still. Pulling back, I lick my lips, tasting the bitter and salty seed that came from his body.
"My Mercy," he pants. He grabs me by my upper arms and drags me up to devour my mouth, his tongue darting in and tickling the inside of my cheeks. There's no doubt he's tasting the remnants of his cum, but I think that just makes him hotter. "That's the best apology I've ever gotten."
Chapter fifteen
Amos
Likeakid,Imilked that opportunity for all it was worth. That little slip with her hands was shocking, more than anything. But I couldn’t pass up a chance to get in her mouth. Literally blew me away. I stood there stupidly with my briefs stretched around my thighs the entire time.
If I came that hard with just the tip in her mouth, I may actually die a happy man if she’s able to fit any more of me the next time. I’m a big guy and her mouth is small, though, so I’ll take whatever she can do.
But she needs to finish dressing me so I can cook her some breakfast. Not to mention, I have some special plans for her today. I don't want her feeling threatened every time I want to spank her, so I've got to teach her just what I mean when I say I'm going to mark her ass with my handprints.
Disbelief battles with ecstasy when I think of her words from earlier.Okay, Amos. I'll try.And that's why I gave her that little push—I could tell she needed that indirect permission to let go.
I’d thought about giving that sweet little pussy an orgasm, but I think I'mgonnalet her squirm in need. Make her hot and ready for me when her period ends in a few days.
"Here, baby. Finish dressing me so we can go eat something. This time just lift and tuck, please. And later, you’regonnafeedme." I do enjoy making my baby girl blush. But she does as I tell her, lifting my cock and tucking it into my briefs. Even goes a step further by giving my balls a gentle pat.
Next are my jeans. I brace myself on her shoulders as I step in a leg at a time. When she reaches my zipper, her hands falter. "How do I... I don't want to accidentally hurt you like last time."
"It's okay," I soothe. "Just make sure you pull the material away from the sensitive bits so they don't get bitten by the zipper. I can tell you from experience that hurts way more than an elastic pop."
