Page 41 of Inking My Crush


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“Can I?” she says after a pause, gesturing at my crotch.

“You don’t have to ask,” I snarl.

“I’ve never given a blowjob before,” she whispers. “I always knew you would be my f—”

“Hey,” I smirk. “Are you looking to get spanked again? Something tells me you like it. That big creamy ass of yours turning red for your man.”

“For my crush,” she says, giggling because she knows we had a deal.

She removes my belt, undoes the button, and pulls down my pants. Before I can react, she reaches out and starts stroking my dick again. The power she has over me is something I’ve never experienced, this instant obsession each time she touches me. When my cock springs up, she leans back, her mouth falling open.

“It’s massive,” she says, almost in awe.

Softly, she traces a vein going up the side of my length. My tip is bulging, a dollop of precome clinging to my end.

“Will this even fit in my mouth?” she says innocently.

“Try,” I growl. “Now.”

She grabs my base, tilting her head up at me. “Okay, bossy.”

“Are you complaining?”

“No, I mean, technically, you are my boss.”

I grin, but then I can’t do anything except groan and try not to fall over from the shock. The sudden pleasure burning at the end of my dick when she lowers her small mouth, opens it, and starts to suck my tip. At the same time, she nervously strokes me up and down, opening her eyes wide and staring up at me.

It’s like she wants to make sure she’s doing it right. When I nod, I know I’m right. Her eyes light up, and she strokes me more confidently.

Her mouth is so hot, so wet, but even hotter is the fact it’s her. My woman, my future wife, is doing this. Her claim on me is as strong as mine on hers. I can’t think about anything else. I can’t even imagine anything else exists. Her mouth glides up and down my tip, her tongue circling as her warm palm strokes me up and down.

Fuck, it’s hypnotic, her hot mouth shifting. I begin pumping in time with her mouth, going just a bit deeper. Nowhere near the whole thing, not even half, but she moves with me. She sucks down my length, stroking my shaft faster.

“Is that good?” she moans.

“If you keep going, I might explode in your mouth,” I snarl. “It’s perfect, but I need your slit.”

“But you like it? I did well?”

As if my demanding virgin needs more proof, she sucks me again, putting her all into it this time. I can only take half a minute of it before I’m growling more than groaning, my whole body shivering as I hold back my seed.

It’s rushing up my shaft endlessly, trying to explode into her mouth. When I think of that—my virgin staring up, mouth open as come spills out—I have to step back. She smiles at me with a note of real sassiness in her eyes.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”

She shrugs in her wannabe, innocent way but can’t disguise the glimmer in her eyes, the note of victory.

“I always wanted…” She trails off when I give her a you’re-going-to-get-spanked look. “I love pleasing you. Love knowing how badly you want me.”

“More than anything,” I groan, “but if you keep going, I’m going to fill that pretty mouth with come. Lie down, Evie. I need you.”

She swallows as she lies on the bed. Her cheeks seem to blush an even deeper shade as if she’s anticipating my size. She claws handfuls of the sheets, opening her legs, presenting her glistening slit to me. I stand over her for a few moments, stroking my dick, spreading her spit and precome right to my base so I’m as slick as possible for her.

Lying on her slowly, I gently lay my chest against her breasts, holding myself up one-handed as I reach down with my other hand. I grip the base of my dick and guide my tip to her hole, groaning when I feel her clinging to me. Her entrance kisses the tip of my dick and hugs it as if she won’t let me in. I kiss her on the cheek.

“Your body needs this just as bad as mine does. To have babies together. To have a life together. Come on, Evie. Your crush needs this.”

She moans hotly in my ear, a long moan with a tinge of surprise. It’s as if she can’t believe what I’ve just said or its effect on her body. The word crush is like magic. Her pussy lips spread open as I push up with my dick.

Now, she’s not kissing my tip, but the middle of my shaft, then lower down and lower until I can hardly believe how much she’s taking. We keep going until her folds wrap around the base of my cock.

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