Page 103 of Total Shutdown

“Baby, I’m going to blow. For real, I’m right there.” And I’m not lying. I really am seconds away from shooting straight down her throat.

Collins pops off me and then blows on the end of my cock. The cool air hits my burning skin, and I wince at the intensity. It’s the perfect balance of addictive and unbearable. I want more.

“Suck it,” I demand.

Just as I predicted, she shakes her head defiantly. “No.” She rises onto her knees and moves further up my body until she’s perfectly aligned and hovering over it. “I want it in my cunt.”

Instead of lowering down in the conventional way, she simply spreads her knees wider, demonstrating her flexibility as her pussy slowly swallows my dick. Her jaw hangs open, tiny moans filling the space around us.

“Fuck it, Collins. You know that’s all you can think about—taking my dick deep inside you, along with my cum.”

“No.”

I could cry when she lifts back up, leaving her empty and me leaking yet more pre-cum.

That is, until she takes me back into her mouth, swallowing down not just me, but her own release. She gags when I hit the back of her throat, and the involuntary spasm squeezes my cock tighter. I want to blow. I need to come so fucking badly, but, goddamn, she makes it so good that I want to hold out for as long as possible.

She grazes her teeth along my shaft, and I suck in a sharp breath.

“Fuck—fuck—FUCK. I’m going to shoot.”

“No,” she torments, releasing me and guiding her thumb over the crown, gathering my release on her finger before taking it into her mouth.

She crawls toward me, and every muscle I possess contracts, fingernails biting into my wooden headboard as I grip it with strength I didn’t know I had.

Collins has flipped the switch. I knew she was a bad girl; I knew kink was what she liked, but right now, she’s a demon—thirsty for my pain and pleasure.

She stops just before our lips touch. “Open your mouth.”

I do as she asked.

“Wider,” she commands, a determined edge in her tone.

I’m waiting for her fingers or maybe even her lips. Though that’s not eventually how I taste us.

The first spit hits my tongue, the flavor of us both combining perfectly, and I swallow it down eagerly, hungry for more.

“Open,” she repeats, and again, I’m only too happy to comply.

Reaching between her legs, she swipes her hand through her pussy, taking her glistening arousal into her mouth before releasing it into mine.

Her sweet taste slides down my throat. My favorite treat and flavor that I’ll never grow tired of.

“Still hungry?” she inquires.

I nod, reluctant to speak since the taste of her is still on my tongue and I want to savor it.

She shifts her knees up to either side of my head and then falls back over my body, her back flat against my navel and hair tickling my cock. Collins shifts her hips until her pussy rests a centimeter from my mouth, her feet flat against the wooden slats on my headboard.

“Eat.”

When I first slept with Collins, she reminded me of a wild animal—unrelenting and unpredictable in the bedroom. Tonight, the tables turn as I devour her pussy and eat her out like I’ll never be offered a meal like this again, and if I am, it could never taste as good.

She pushes her cunt into my face, her release soaking me until she’s dripping down my chin. “Make me come, and I’ll consider returning the privilege.”

I need no encouragement. My girlfriend won’t last long as I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking and nipping at it.

She moans, the sound shooting straight to the base of my spine, tightening my balls, but I will myself to wait. I want to climax when she gives me permission.