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And I do fast I open my mouth and lean forward, letting Kent’s dick slide across my tongue as it did before
Except this time, Kent moves his hips, sliding it deeper into my mouth and back along the length of my tongue. My lips close instinctively around him.
Kent lets loose a deep groan then, squeezing his eyes shut and tearing his head to the side at what I can imagine is the intensity of it. He pulses his hips a few times, sliding his dick back and forth between my lips, and then, with an effort, he stops.
“Like that, Fay,” Kent grinds out from between his clenched teeth. “Back and forth. Like that.”
And I obey, holding him steady with my hand still wrapped around him, and slowly, experimentally, I move my mouth backwards and forwards over his cock, my jaw set wide to accommodate all of him as I take him deeper and deeper towards the back of my throat.
“Oh my god,” Kent murmurs, still not opening his eyes, standing still as I experiment with the feel of him inside of my mouth, feeling him fill me in this new way, finding that I love I love the way he feels against my tongue, the way he presses towards my throat when I take him deeper.
“Your hand, Fay,” Kent instructs, his head tipped back now, his words coming between thick pants. “Use your hand press it press it against your lips.”
It takes me a moment to figure out what he means, but then I find when I move my hand forward and press it against my lips it works as an extension of my mouth, and that my fingers slip easily up and down his cock, now wet with my saliva.
Encouraged a little excited, honestly, by how much I like how it feels by what it’s doing to him I begin to pick up my pace.
Kent begins to curse fluidly now, muttering a stream of some of the filthiest language I’ve ever heard up towards the ceiling as his hips again begin to pulse, almost as if he can’t help it. Encouraged honestly, turned on by it myself I go even faster now, pumping him deeper into my mouth, faster, until
I blink in surprise and gag a little when I feel his dick hit the back of my throat for the first time
But honestly, something about it about the idea of gagging on Kent’s cock, about the way he twitches as he feels me do it it sets something loose in me.
Something feral breaks in me as Kent’s dick hits the back of my throat, a part of me that I’m not sure I knew was here, and suddenly I want him as deep as he can go I want to choke on this cock I want to feel him cum inside my mouth, want to feel it slip down my throat and as I realize this about myself, about the way I want to be fucked, I moan while I take him him as deep as I can.
And it’s just it’s too much for Kent. A noise rips from this throat then, something like a yell or a roar as he tightens his hand in the hair at the back of my head. Kent loses control of himself in that moment and pitches his hips forward, sinking his throbbing cock deep into my throat deeper than I thought it could go
My eyes go wide as Kent holds my head still, his hips pulsing once, and then I feel him cum feel him fill my throat hot and thick, feel him continue to cum as he pulls out a little, spilling into my mouth now. And I’m shocked at first, my eyes going wide at the harsh bitter taste of it gagging in response at the sudden spurt of it against my throat
But then that feral thing in me takes over again and I moan too, loving it, pressing my eyes shut, loving the feel of it, wanting more as I reach up to grab his hips, pulling Kent back so that he sinks again into the back of my throat as his orgasm pulses through his body, as he pounds two more times deep into my mouth before falling back a step, his hand finally coming loose from my hair.
Kent wraps his hand again around the base of his cock as he pulls it from my mouth, as I gasp a deep breath of air, opening my eyes and closing my lips as I swallow his cum down. And then, as he watches me, I lift my right hand to wipe at my mouth with the side of my hand, where a little bit has escaped and begins to dribble down my chin.
Kent watches my every movement as I bring that hand back to my face and lick up every spare drop of cum that spilled out of my mouth. Because I want to taste every bit of it.
Undone by it, by the sight of me savoring the way he tastes, Kent moans again and falls to his knees in front of me, taking my face between his hands and kissing me kissing me kissing me
Pulling me on top of him and kissing me as he falls back against the rug, completely spent.
Kent lets his head fall back on the rug and we lay there for a few moments, panting, finding ourselves again. I rest my head against his chest, wrapping my arm around his waist as far as it will go, idly tracing my fingers up and down the skin of his back, which makes him shiver and twitch a little bit.
As Kent finds his breath I close my eyes, trying to sort through my emotions still able to taste him in my mouth, still marveling, a little, at the side of me that came forward that wanted to take him as deep as he could go. I mean, I’ve known for a while now that I quite like it when Kent loses control with me, when he goes too far and blurs the line between pleasure and pain.
But half of me I don’t know, I always considered that I liked it because he liked it. That I quite like pleasing him, even if it meant pushing my boundaries to do it. But this this was different. I wanted that dick so far in my throat that I choked on it. I wanted to feel that way, for me. Not for him.
I blink a little, considering myself. I just…never really knew that I had this side of myself in me.
And as I think about it, I smile, just a little. Just raising one corner of my mouth.
Because I kind of…like it.
“Fay,” Kent murmurs, suddenly going still beneath me, apparently coming back to himself more completely now. He raises his head a little, bringing a soft hand to my hair as he tries to get a look at me. I turn my face towards him. “I’m sorry Fay are you all right? I ”
“It’s okay,” I say, moving my hand to his chest, hoping to reassure him. “I liked it.”
He shakes his head at me. “I went too deep I’m sorry I wanted to go slow, I didn’t want to freak you out your first time doing that ”
“It’s okay, Kent,” I say, laughing a little as I smile up at him. “I liked it. Next time I want to see if you can go deeper.”
He pauses for a moment, staring down at me, and then he growls, grabbing me and rolling me over so that I’m laying totally on his chest now, his arms wrapped around me. “What is wrong with you, girl,” he murmurs, burying his face in that place he likes between my neck and my shoulder. “You’re supposed to be this innocent thing this frail girl who trembles at the sight of me and now you’re defying Italian mob bosses and telling me you like it when I fuck your face ”
I laugh, tickled a little at the truth of this as I put my hands flat on his chest and press until I’m sitting up, my legs falling on either side of him as I grin down at Kent, shrugging one shoulder. “What can I say, Lippert,” I murmur. “You corrupted me.”
“Maybe,” he murmurs, sliding a hand up my side and brushing his thumb against the underside of my breast, making me shiver a bit. “But I’m more inclined to think that this Fay was there all along. Just needed a…little inspiration. To find herself.”
I stretch my arms over my head, tilting my head back to the ceiling and sighing with happiness. “Never should have woken this Fay up, Kent,” I murmur, jokingly. “Soon I’ll have you so ensorcelled with my sexual prowess that you’ll willingly hand me everything you own, just for one more night.”
“Fay,” Kent murmurs, sitting up and wrapping his arms around my hips, tugging me close so that he can kiss my chest, lick his tongue up the soft space between my breasts. “If you don’t think I’m already there, then you’re more of a fool than I ever thought you were.”
I laugh at his joke, burying my hands in his hair and tilting back his head so I can kiss him fully on the mouth.
“Oh really?” I say when I pull my mouth away, still laughing a little. “So, I can have whatever I want?”
“Mmhmm,” he murmurs, looking up at me with his pretty green eyes. “Ask and it shall be given, Fay.”
“Well,” I say, tilting my head back and considering. “I never got my condo in Milan…”
He laughs. “You never approved the listing I sent you.”
“That was in Paris!”
“I assumed it was an equitable replacement. You’ll like Paris more anyway.”
“How do you know that,” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Because,” he says honestly. “Paris has chocolate croissants. Which you, I know, will eat by the dozen as soon as you get a taste.”
I laugh again, pleased at the thought of choosing a city based on their breakfast pastry alone. “What about a trade?” I say, cocking my head to the side, suddenly inspired.
“I’m listening,” he replies, but he drops his head again, drawing kisses along my collar bone, belying this claim.
“What if…” I say, “I gave back my promise of a condo in Milan for…”
He looks up at me now, curious.
“For the same request,” I whisper, suddenly serious. “For an agreement of…no hands.”
Kent cocks his head to the side, waiting for me to say more.
“I don’t want you to touch her anymore, Kent,” I whisper, the humor falling from my face as I realize how much it’s true. “I only want you to…to touch me.”