Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

aloud. I sucked harder, bobbed my head faster, he twitched inside my throat
and my first thought was that it tickled.
Tears were rolling down my cheeks but I wasn’t crying. I was feeling so
proud of myself for bringing that strong man down to his knees.
“Yeah, Sofia, just like that. Fuck baby, I’m gonna come.”
His grip on my hair tightened to the point it probably would have hurt had
I not been so focused on making him feel good. He tried pulling his hips
away, giving me an out, in case I didn’t want to swallow, but I wanted him to
come in my mouth. I wanted to swallow his cum and see the satisfaction in
his gaze as I did. I wanted to make him proud and maybe even earn one of his
praises.
Fuck, I wanted it so bad.
So I swallowed and I actually enjoyed the taste of his cum hitting the back
of my tongue while he groaned and let his head fall back. When he pulled his
dick out of me, some of his seed I couldn’t swallow mixed with my own
saliva dripped down my chin, probably staining the black t-shirt I had on, but
I didn’t care. His legs actually shook as he emptied himself inside my morethan-willing
mouth, and I took everything he had to give.
I probably looked a sight, kneeling on the floor, eyes lost in his sea of
green, as I waited for his next words. My hands were holding his jeans-clad
legs, and I was trying my best to get my breath back to normal.
His hand came down from where it was gripping my hair and cupped my
cheek instead. He caressed my skin tenderly with his thumb as we stared into
each other’s eyes.
“That was so good, baby. You know how to take me so well.”
I swear I moaned at his words. Who did I even become when this man
was around? How could he turn me into a mewling, purring mess by simply
existing and being himself?