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He let out a moan of frustration. “Don’t play with me if you don’t mean it, Phoebe.”
“Who said I didn’t mean it?”
His cock was rapidly hardening against my ass. “Girl, if you keep at this, I’m gonna have to jack myself off, else I won’t be able to sleep.”
Silly, silly boy.
“Why would you use your hand,” I said coyly, “when I’ve got a perfectly good mouth right here?”
CHAPTER 21
Carter
THERE WAS A rustling beneath the covers, and I realized with a start that Phoebe had slid down to somewhere around my thighs.
“You don’t have to—”
She ripped my underwear off, and I saw it shoot out from under the duvet, flying across the room and landing on a small table.
“Okay, so we’re doing this,” I murmured.
In the space of a single breath, she had her mouth on my inner thigh and one of her hands was playing with my balls. This was no amateur hour shit. Phoebe’s lips and fingers were practiced. I was impressed, but I also did not have the mental capacity to dwell on how impressed I was. Because at that moment, pretty much every one of my brain cells was focused on just how fucking good this all felt.
“Phoebe,” I sighed.
“Is something wrong?” she asked from between my legs, her voice muffled by the linens.
“No, no, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
After slowly working her way up, Phoebe at last laid her mouth upon the tip of my dick, and my whole body shuddered with pleasure. She opened her lips wider and took me inside her. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
Her hand wrapped around the base, and she began to move up and down, up and down, swiveling her closed fingers while her mouth followed suit. There were so many different directions of movement, so many different feelings all at once that I began to feel sex drunk.
“Whatever you’re doing,” I begged, “keep doing it.”
Phoebe began to pick up the speed, moving from slow, languid strokes to rapid head bobbing, pushing my cock deeper and deeper into her throat every time. I heard an uncomfortable noise from beneath the covers, and I whipped them off her body, frightened that perhaps she’d bit off more than she could chew. No pun intended.
“Phoebe, are you okay?”
She was crouched over my dick, her head still moving with a steady rhythm, the uncomfortable sounds not ceasing. Her brown hair hung over her eyes, obscuring them from my view.
“I’m fine,” she said at last, taking her mouth off me and parting her hair so that her eyes could meet mine. “Your dick is just… really big.”
I grinned. “Is that a bad thing?”
“No, definitely not a bad thing. Do you want me to stop?”
“Are you kidding?”
“I’ll take that as a ‘no.’”
With that, Phoebe dove back down onto my cock. I didn’t put the covers back on top of her. I was enjoying the image too much. A beautiful girl pleasuring me with gusto, like she got as much pleasure in the giving as I did in the receiving. Even her clothes were sexy. The way she wore her comfy PJs and still managed to give me head like a porn star was incredible.
Her mouth slowed down, and I took the opportunity to pull her hair back into a ponytail. Several of the strands had gotten wet from being caught around my cock. That was better. I could see her far more clearly, could see her spread those lips wide enough to hold all of me.
She looked up, brown eyes playful and sparkling. Evidently, the deacceleration of her lips was a little game, just to mess with me. I pressed the hand I was using to hold her hair on to the back of her head, and slowly pushed her further down onto my cock, until she had every last inch inside her mouth and throat. The tip of my dick pushed against the back of her throat, and I thought, This must be what heaven feels like.
“Is this okay?” I asked.
She couldn’t talk because I’d filled her up, but she lifted a hand off the bed and made a thumbs up gesture. With that go-ahead, I began to move my hips up and down, thrusting slowly, testing the waters.
“How’s this?”
Another thumbs up, this time more enthusiastic.
That was good enough for me.
In one powerful move, I sat Phoebe up, swung my legs over the edge of the bed and then carefully deposited her on the ground so that she was kneeling before me.
“You’re strong,” she gasped, astonished.
I stood up, straddling my feet to create a good base for myself, knowing that when I really got going, it’d become hard to stand.
Phoebe knew what I wanted. She put her mouth back on my cock, unmoving, waiting for me to take the lead, to show her how I liked it. I returned my hand to the back of her skull and all of a sudden, I was fucking Phoebe’s mouth.
