Page 40 of Be My Summer

Smooth.

I held the base of his dick in my hand, keeping him steady as I massaged the back of my throat with his head.

“Fuck.”

Backward.

Forward.

I left more evidence of my desire on his shaft with each slither of my mouth. Wetness sounded in the darkness, arousing parts of me that were Saul’s for the taking.

My nipples hardened to the point of pain.

My well runneth over, dripping my juices on his wooden planks.

Backward.

Forward.

“Shiii–”

I removed my hand after finding the perfect rhythm. His balls fell into my palm as if they belonged there all along. Momentarily, I removed him from my mouth.

Spuh.

My spit collided with his textured scrotum. His body nearly folded in half.

“Summer.”

Hungry to have all of him, I pulled them into my mouth, now holding his lengthiness in my hand.

Backward.

Forward.

I glided my fingers along his dick as I sucked his balls simultaneously.

“Fuck.”

Backward.

Forward.

Fingers ran through my scalp before tugging slightly. I was urged to unhand Saul. My body straightened slowly, finally ending when my spine no longer curved to meet his tool.

Without words, Saul leaned forward. I was hoisted in the air as the breeze from his AC unit swept across my back. The cold glass sent a chill through me. Saul’s lips lit fire to me.

“Uhhhhh.”

Instantly, my spine curled and I tried forcing my legs closed. It was useless. He had me right where he wanted me. Exactly how he wanted me.

His tongue parted my lips. The lower set. He sucked my clit into his mouth, trapping me.

“Sauuuuuul.”

Like a sweet berry freshly fallen from a tree, he feasted on my nectar. My clit had long ago disappeared into his mouth. My knees began to quiver. Saul wasn’t careful. He was careless. He wanted me cumming and as quickly as I could.

“Please. Plea— uhhhhh.”