Page 58 of The Man Upstairs

She stroked my face. “That’s crazy.”

I shrugged. “It’s the truth.”

Her gratitude shone in her eyes, which only made me more determined. I wasn’t going to plough my cock inside her and take her for the sake of base, primitive joy.

“Here,” I said. “Let me show you something.”

She was beautifully curious as I loosened my belt and pushed my trousers down. I freed my hard cock and she saw it in its full glory.

I’d been lucky enough for my genetics to bless me with a cock that suited my 6ft 4 frame. I saw the way she registered it, and the contrast with her tininess. She gave me awhoa, and then looked up at me like a lucky child.

“Can I touch it?”

I could have laughed at the sweet innocence.

“Yes, of course. Let me show you.”

I took hold of her fingers and wrapped them around the base of my cock, giving her an idea of the motions as I guided her hand up and down. She kept going when I let her free, trying her best to keep mimicking, until she saw the first slickness of precum spilling from the tip. She rubbed the base of her thumb against it, eyes entranced.

“This is different than I thought,” she said. “I mean, I’ve read books and I’ve watched videos, but it’s not like getting up close and personal.”

“You’re right, it isn’t. And that’s exactly why we should take it slow.”

“Does that feel good?” she asked as she played, gliding her thumb up and down.

“It feels considerably more than good, Rosie. You’re a star in the making.”

She looked so proud, and it seemed to give her extra confidence. She crossed her legs and shuffled so she could use both of her hands. One gripped the base and the other kept on playing with tiny little motions, coaxing. I could have shunted my hips and used her dainty fingers to milk me hard, but I didn’t. I let her explore. I let her guide the pace, as transfixed as she was.

“Can I taste it?”

I smirked. “Do you want to?”

She laughed. “Yes, please.”

“Then be my guest.”

She pushed her glasses up her nose and it made me smile when she licked her lips. She giggled as she opened her mouth wide like a porn star, trying her best to fit me deep into the back of her throat. I laughed when she retched and choked, and she laughed along with me.

“Too much, too soon!” she coughed.

“Take it steady.”

She was more tentative on her second attempt. She took the head into her mouth and sucked gently, her fingers still around the base of my cock. She closed her eyes as if she was savouring it, tongue flicking, and again, the base urges shot up from my balls. Part of me wanted to twist her hair in my hands and plough her mouth like she was a dirty little fuck doll. It was usually one of my favourite pastimes.

“That’s it,” I said, when she began to bob her head, just a little. “Like that. Just like that…”

Then the words came so naturally.

“Good girl.”

Good girl.

I’d used that phrase so many times it was like second nature, but my voice sounded strange. I meant it differently with her.Genuinely.

The praise wasn’t token and it wasn’t filth. It was genuine. Rosiewasa good girl.

It spurred her on, moaning as she sucked. Her hands tried to help her, but they were new to it. It took a while for her to find her groove. She was concentrating so hard that her eyes were closed tight behind her glasses. I left her free to play, encouraging with small thrusts of my hips to accentuate a rhythm.