Page 11 of Too Far

“And expressing my gratitude.”

I kiss the tip.

“Showing you just how much I appreciate you.”

With my tongue, I trace the ridge.

“How much it means to me. That you did that for Nicky… and for me.”

I take him in my mouth again and swallow, eliciting a deep, appreciative groan before letting his dick slide out from between my lips.

“Proving to you just how well-mannered and coachable I can be.”

I zigzag the tip of my tongue against his slit.

“Showing you just how much I love you.” I sit back on my haunches and tip my head back so I can look him dead in the eye. “Because I do, Kendrick. I love you.”

With another kiss to the tip of his dick, I rise up to my knees and take him fully into my mouth.

“Are you for real right now?” he demands, cupping my face and tilting my head back. “Did you just tell me you love me mid-blowie?”

“Mm-hmm,” I confirm with a mouthful of him. Then I pull back with an exaggerated pop. “Would you prefer I stand up and say it again?”

Chuckling low, he thrusts his hips, driving his growing erection deeper into my throat. “Oh, you’ll be saying it again. And again and again and again. I want to hear it every day for the rest of our lives, Mama. I love you, too. I’d do anything for you.”

His declaration causes warmth to pool in my belly. The way his dick gets more rigid in my mouth by the second has liquid fire burning me from the inside out. I take him as deep as I can manage, and he hisses through clenched teeth, his fingers weaving into my hair and massaging the back of my head.

“You like the way we taste combined like that, don’t you, Mama?”

I moan my confirmation around his length, relishing the way it pulses ever so slightly and the taste of the pearl of precum—or would it be postcum?—that leaks out the tip.

“Thank you,” I murmur, holding his gaze as I lick his slit clean. “Can I have more, please?” With a deep inhale through my nose, I suck him all the way into my mouth and let him rest against my tongue.

“Goddamn, Jojo. You look so pretty on your knees for me. You can have it all.”

I continue savoring him with slow, languid, reverent sucks. I can’t help but groan as I explore, savoring the saltiness of our mixed releases as I lap at him. Every swipe heightens my arousal, prompting me to pour all my energy into making him feel good.

Swallowing around him again, I ghost my fingertips up his muscular inner thighs. I massage his balls, then travel higher and rub behind his sack until he’s a mess of curses and praise.

“Fuck, Mama.Goddamn. Such a good girl. Such a polite, well-mannered girl for me. You like being on your knees with a mouthful of dick, don’t you, JoJo?” he asks, combing one big hand through my hair.

“I love it,” I purr. Then I go right back to sucking him.

He blows out a big exhale, clearly trying to hold it together. “You just gonna stay down there worshipping my cock while I clean up?”

I nod, careful not to let him fall out of my mouth as I tease my tongue along the ridge of the crown.

Reaching for his soap and loofah, he smirks down at me. He lathers up quickly, using one hand to wash his body while he places the other firmly on the top of my head. Before long, he’s alternating between playing with my hair and stroking my face while he thrusts his hips gently.

He’s hard and leaking in my mouth by the time he rinses his body, a feat I’m exceptionally proud of, considering he came less than five minutes ago.

“Fuck, Jojo. Your perfect mouth is almost as good as your pretty little pussy. I’m rock hard and ready to bust again,” he groans, leaning against the shower wall.

“So do it,” I taunt.

“Ask nicely.” He shifts back far enough that his cock pops out from between my lips.

I whimper at the loss. “Please?”