Thursday, August 9, 2012

Mighty Mac Pt. 3

His cock was so hot as I lowered my head onto him, swallowing his girth as far back in my throat as I could.  I could feel the car's speed changing, his foot on the break reacting to what I was doing to him.  I inhaled his scent and dragged my tongue along him.  I love to suck cock.  I love how sensitive it is, how you can lick it and then blow along the skin and watch a man's face glow with pleasure.
"Oh baby," he moaned, taking his hand off of my head. "God, that feels good."
I slowly pulled up, letting his now wet cock back into the open while I toyed with the tip, letting my tongue circle the bulging head, tickling him.  I licked my hand and wrapped my fingers around the base of him so I could jerk him while I teased.
"You like that?" I asked.  
"Don't stop," he purred, turning into a curve, the engine racing while the tires gripped and leaned our bodies toward the door.
"Come for me," I whispered.  "I want you to let go."
A clear bead of precome glistened around the tip of his cock as I stroked him.  I licked it off and closed my eyes, knowing how close he was, knowing that his own orgasm was just about to happen.  I could feel mine closing in.  I pushed two fingers into my dripping gash.  I couldn't stop myself, I could feel it like a weight in my chest, the inevitability of it.

I went at him anew.  I bobbed my head up and down on him, fucking his cock into my mouth, feeling him pulse as he got closer, his hips beginning to thrust him deeper and faster.

I spread my legs as wide as I could and stretched myself with another finger as I moaned around his thickness.  He was breathing faster and I could feel the pressure moving up the length of him as he clenched and cock swelled in my mouth.

My nose was reaching his pubic hair, his cock was at the back of my throat, and there were three of my own fingers gripped in my quivering darkness when he came.

He moaned and pumped his hips into my mouth while he pulsed bolt after bolt.  I swallowed as fast as I could, but the hot, sticky liquid rolled past my lips.  It felt so good; his orgasm and a mouth full of his essence.  I pulled off, catching my breath, and a splash laced my cheek.  He was coming hard and just watching the last few milky drops slide down his shaft sent me over the edge.

I closed my eyes and fucked my fingers into me, feeling my own juices slide into my hand.

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