Second Chance Stepbrother(17)
I turn my head to lick along his length, slowly, first one side, then the other. Then I lick beneath him, along the top of his cock, teasing him, drawing this out. With every touch of my tongue he seems to breathe harder, his hands tense in my hair.
But when I lean back to finally take him into my mouth, pull him between my lips, those hands clench on my hair, hold me in place.
“Wait,” he says.
I hold my breath, gaze up at him. Is he going to stop me again, pull me away, just when I’ve finally got him where I want him?
But just then, he loosens his hold on me a little. “I want you to look at me when you take my cock in your mouth,” he says.
So I do. I keep my eyes locked on his, and wrap both hands around his cock. Hold him steady as I part my lips, and slowly, slowly, begin to slide him into my mouth.
He’s so thick that my jaw strains fully open to take him in. I wrap my lips tight around him and with every inch deeper that I draw him, I press my tongue harder against the underside of his cock. I savor his taste, the heat, the silky smooth skin of his cock and the hardness beneath it. When he’s fully inside my mouth, I wrap my hands around the base of his cock, the part that doesn’t fit inside, not unless I try to take him into my throat, something I’ve never done before.
As I do, I keep my eyes locked on his, and almost as good as his taste is the way his eyelids lower, his eyes laser-focused on me, his mouth parted with pleasure. I love making him do this, seeing him lose control and knowing that it’s because of me, that I have this power over him.
“Fuck, Pau.” Josh grits his teeth as I tighten my lips around him, begin to slide backward slowly, rocking on my knees to let him feel every inch of the motion as I draw his cock out of my mouth once more.
I rock back and forth a couple of times, until his cock is slick and wet. With one of my hands, I cup his balls, tugging at them, toying with them.
“Suck them,” Josh orders, eyes still half-shut, and I part my lips, pull his cock all the way out so I can lean between his legs and lick his balls. I slide them into my mouth too, one after the other, and roll them along my tongue as he moans.
“I want to fuck your mouth,” he murmurs. “I want you to take my cock all the way into your throat. I want to throat-fuck you, Paulina.”
I moan softly at the thought, and he does too, as my lips vibrate around his balls. “As long as you promise to come in my mouth,” I reply, peering up at him. “I want to taste your cum.”
“Anything my thirsty little naughty girl wants.” He smirks.
I take him into my mouth again, and this time he leads. He pulls me along his length until he fills my mouth.
“Relax,” he says, and I try my best to obey. To let my jaw go slack and my mouth open wider. His cock hits the back of my throat, and my body tenses, but I try to concentrate on him, his taste, the feel of his hands in my hair, guiding my head, pulling at my hair as they tighten.
“That’s it, Pau, right there,” he murmurs. “Deeper.”
His cock inches into my throat, a centimeter at a time, and my breath catches as I finally take all of him, every inch, inside, until my lips touch the base of his cock. Then my throat tightens, but he’s way ahead of me. He pulls me back by my hair, draws me off him again, and I inhale sharply, fresh air flooding my lungs.
“Have you done that before, naughty girl?” He smirks.
When his cock slides out of my mouth fully again, I lick his tip and return the smirk. “Never.”
“So you’re a natural cock-lover then.” He winks.
Then he’s pulling me back onto him, and I let him guide me once more, loving the feel of him in control, taking his pleasure from me as he wants.
We start to move in earnest now, and he drives into my mouth, over my tongue, into my throat, faster every time he thrusts. Before long, he’s fucking my face, his hips driving right up to my lips each time.
“You like that?” he hisses between gritted teeth, eyes half-shut with concentration. “You like having your face fucked?”
I moan in response, and he groans, a low, growling sound at the back of his throat.
“Take it, take my cock, take it all the way,” he says, voice getting louder as he continues to fuck me. I wrap my hands around him, let my fingers dig into his ass to pull him closer. He’s pulling my hair hard enough to make my eyes water, and my breath comes hard and fast—I have to gasp for air between every thrust. I let him take control completely now, arch my tongue up into his cock to add to the friction between us, and clamp my lips hard around his length.
“Fuck, Pau, I’m gonna come,” he murmurs, a few moments later, as the pressure begins to build. I feel him tense against my tongue, the tip of his cock twitching against the back of my throat. He’s right on the brink when we hear the voices.
Somewhere nearby, getting slowly louder.
I don’t stop. I can’t, not now, not when we’re so close. I keep sucking at him, even when his hands still in my hair.
“Fuck, Pau…” I don’t know if he hears them yet, if he notices. I don’t care. I tighten my lips and yank him against me, one last thrust, burying him deep in my throat. That does it. He loses control and comes, growling with the force of it, his hands pressing my face flat against his body. I swallow every drop of his cum, the delicious, white-hot liquid tasting better than I could have imagined.