Page 61 of Almost Rotten

That’s a fucking option?

I squeeze my tip to stave off my orgasm.

“Is that what you want, petit diable? You want me to paint you with my cum?”

Her breath hitches, her pretty brown eyes frantically searching my face.

She’s gnawing on her bottom lip, frozen at the proposition.

“You can’t let yourself want it, can you?”

The accusation lands, her expression going stony, just as understanding registers.

She gave me the idea.

But I’ll have to take the reins.

“Get on your fucking knees, wife.”

She scrambles to obey, her movements jerky and rushed.

Such a good fucking girl.

“Take off your shirt.” It’s my shirt, the sight of which makes me fucking preen.

She whips it over her head, exposing those enormous, pillowy tits with the pretty little piercings on each nipple.

“Now lick each piercing, mon ange. I’m going to count them for you. When I get to seven, I’m going to fucking blow.”

Her chest heaves as she spreads her legs and settles lower.

She opens wide, then sticks out her tongue, gazing up at me through those long eyelashes with unabashed need in her eyes.

My hips jut forward when she runs the tip of her tongue along my slit.

Then she pops off my dick and sinks lower, preparing to do exactly as I asked.

She turns her head enough to take the entire piercing in her mouth. Her tongue caresses the tender skin and she suckles the base of my cock like I’m her favorite fucking candy.

“That’s it.” I sink my hands into her hair as she keeps licking the lowest rung. “Right there, baby. Lap at it. Get it nice and wet for me. That’s one.”

As she works her way up my length, lavishing two, three, four, and five, I hold her hair and guide her head.

“Where do you want it?” I ask through gritted teeth as she moves on to number six.

She doesn’t answer. Nor does she lick the piercing under my crown, piercing number seven, when she finally reaches the top.

Desperation claws at my chest.

I need her mouth on me.

I need her to tell me where I’m allowed to come.

Instead of answering with her words, she opens wide, looks up through hooded lashes, and plunges forward, sealing her lips around the head of my dick and the top piercing.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“Seven,” I groan as I pull her hair and hammer my hips forward, releasing into her eager mouth.