Page 110 of Not So Goode

“Not what I mean, and you fuckin’ know it.”

She sidled closer to me. “There’s one thing I’ve been really fantasizing about, ever since I left.”

“What’s that, babe?”

She sank to her knees on the dirt road, reached for my belt buckle. “Finishing what I started, that day on the tour bus.”

I groaned, knowing exactly what she meant. “Fuck, woman. I ain’t had anything but my own hand since you left, and even that didn’t feel right, till I talked to you. I’m on a hell of a hair trigger right now. And I need you. About to fuckin’ pop, if I don’t get inside you right the fuck now.”

She tugged my boots off. My socks. My jeans. Tossed them all in the truck. My underwear last, and then we were both naked in the sunset light, and she was cradling my shaft in her hands. Stroking me.

“Just let me do this, Crow. I want to. I need to. I’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks. If you’re really that close to coming already, then all the better—I can get you hard all over again and we can fuck until we pass out.”

I palmed her cheek. “Don’t wanna just fuck you, Charlie. Want to make love to you.”

“I want it to be both. Everything. I want to find out what it is. How many different ways it can be.” She twisted her fist around the head of my cock, gazing at it. “And right now, it’s going to be me making you come in my mouth.”

“Fuuuck,” I snarled. “Careful what you wish for, darlin’.”

“Oh, I think I know exactly what I’m wishing for.”

She suited words to action, taking me in her mouth, and as I watched my cock sink between those plump pink lips, felt her tongue on me, felt her mouth tight and wet around me, I knew I wasn’t going to last a fucking minute.

I also knew I was helpless. I wanted this.

“Fuck, Charlie,” I groaned again. “Don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

She made a wordless sound, an affirmation, and I was gone, just gone, watching her slide her mouth up, lick the tip, slide back down. Taking her time.

“I’d be…oh fuck. I’d be lying like a dog if I didn’t admit I’d jerked off more than a few times, imagining you doin’ this.”

She smiled around me, gazing up at me as she slid her lips down around me, tongue fluttering and licking. Palm around my sac, massaging, cradling. Her other hand moved around my base, gently stroking the root, pumping me.

She let me pop out of her mouth. “I watched videos on how to do this.”

I choked. “You—you what?”

“I watched porn video tutorials on how to give a really, really good blowjob.”

“You…” I lost my breath and my train of thought as she sank me into her mouth. “You really didn’t need lessons, babe. Did just fuckin’ fine the last time.”

But damn, did she put what she’d learned to good use—made me feel like I’d never felt in my life. Desperate. Brought me to the edge and stopped, did something else, until I was aching and pulsing and growling.

“Goddamn, Charlie, what the fuck are you tryin’ to do to me?”

She just shrugged, a lithe, sinuous movement that made her tits do incredible things, and then kept going.

All of a sudden, she stopped playing.

Her fist started pumping faster, and her mouth moved up and down relentlessly, and I rose to the edge, lifting on my toes, rocking back on my heels, snarling. An instant, and I was there.

Riding the ragged messy edge of climax.

“Charlie—shit, shit, shit, I’m gonna—oh fuck, right now, Charlie, I’m gonna fuckin’ come so goddamn hard…”

She went deeper, and I had my hands in her long thick hair, holding on to her braid, pulling, and she backed away, gasped for air, and then slid me down her throat again, pumping me hard and fast, and I was helpless to hold back now.

I exploded with a bellow, hips thrusting hard, and she used both hands on my shaft, pumping me until I lost my breath, cum detonating out of me and her mouth sucked hard around me and I heard her swallowing, gulping, gulping, and she didn’t stop, kept pumping me until there was nothing left and I was shaking, shuddering, weak in the knees.