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Lilly

How did we go from me wanting to put distance between us, to him coming over—bringing me tampons, pads, and popcorn—to us slow dancing, kissing and then to me on my knees, tears streaming down my face as I choke on his cock.

Hearing the sounds coming from his lips is like music to my ears. I love it. And I love that I’m the one who’s causing them.

“Fuck, Lil-Bug.” He grunts, his hand gripping my hair tighter.

Gagging, I blink away the tears as I massage his balls. I could feel his cock tightening more, and I knew it wasn’t long before his release.

I love the power I have over him.

Opening my throat, his cock goes further, which only causes me to gag more. But did I care? Nope. Not a single care was given.

Anything to give him the pleasure he deserves.

His hand in my hair clenches and unclenches, like his fingers are massaging my scalp. And I groan around him, the vibrations jolting his cock.

“I fucking love the sight of you down on your knees for me.” He grips my hair tighter, s hifting his hips and pushing them forward until my nose is grazing his pelvis.

For someone who’s never had his cock sucked before, he’s fucking dominant. And I love it. And I love being on my knees for him.

Planting my hands on his thighs, my nails claw at him as I choke, gag, and moan around his cock.

Can you suffocate by sucking on a cock?

If so…

Rest in peace Lilly Jackson.

D aughter, friend…sex tutor.

Had a weird obsession with popcorn.

Cause of death?

Suffocating on a cock.

“So fucking beautiful.” He mummers, pulling his cock out til only the tip is in, giving me a few seconds to get oxygen back into my lungs before he’s trusting back into my mouth.

Oh Lord.

I blink, tears rolling down my cheeks. And I make the mistake of looking up at him. Oh, fuck me. Fuck me please . That’s what I want to say to him, because the way he looks at me is like I hold the entire world in my hands.

“I’m going to come, baby.” He warns.

Pulling my mouth from his cock, saliva drips down my chin, and tears soak my cheeks.

I watch, gulping as he strokes himself. The groans arising from his throat makes me clench my thighs together in a desperate need to not come myself, because I swear, I literal ly could come from just watching him jerk himself off.

“Fuck, Lilly!” He hisses, his eyes rolling back.

Opening my mouth wide, I stick my tongue out. Yeah, I might’ve told him I wanted his cum coating my tits…and I wasn’t lying. But I wanted it on my tongue more. I wanted to know what he tasted like when he came undone.

“Oh, fuck,” his head tilts back in pleasure as the hot liquid spurts out his tip. “Yes! Fuck. Yes .”

It lands on my tongue, and all over my chest. The creamy liquid pooling at my nipples, dripping down in slow motion. I lift my eyes, looking so intensely into his, and then I bring a single finger to my nipple, scraping up his cum and bring it to my mouth, moaning as I suck my finger in.

His breath hitches, and before I know it, he’s gripping my arms, pulling me to my feet, and connecting our lips.

It’s perfect, so fucking perfect. My mouth devours his in a kiss that’s hungry, needy, and so fucking desperate.

I feel us moving back, the kiss deepens and becomes more desperate. I can’t get enough. I want more. His tongue slides into my mouth, fighting mine with urgency.

And then we fall back onto the mattress, him hovering above me—his lips begin trailing kisses along my neck, sucking with precision, making my eyes roll back.

“Greyson?” I gasp, trying to get his attention.

He pauses and looks at me. “Yes, baby?”

Closing my eyes, I take a second to compose myself. “You don’t have to…I uh. Just because I sucked you off, that doesn’t mean you have to repay the favor.”

Because what I learnt in my precious relationship is I shouldn’t give to receive.

Bringing a hand to my face, his fingers trail down my cheek. “I want to,” he confesses, his eyes boring into mine. “Can I?”

Gulping, I nod my head. And then he’s on me again like we hadn’t just paused for a minute or two.

His hot kisses move from my neck to my collarbone, and then further down…and when he sucks a pebbled nipple into his mouth, I gasp, my back arching off the bed.

I pray Payton has noise cancelling headphones, because I’m not even sorry for how loud I’m being.

Twirling his tongue around my nipple, he sucks it into his mouth and releases it with a pop. Then he begins peppering kisses across my stomach until his hand reaches my skirt and pulls it from my body like he’s on a mission.

And oh boy is he on a mission—he looks at me, smirking, his eyes sparkling as he takes me in. His tongue darts out, licking at his lower lip, his teeth dragging it into his mouth.

Oh fuck, hot. So fucking hot .

And so fucking mine.

Lifting my leg, he trails kisses along the inner side, and once he gets to my thigh, he begins sucking, nipping, and licking it—his eyes not once leaving mine.

I squeak when he pushes my legs apart, and his hot breath fanning against my pussy does nothing but make me whimper more.

I’m needy. So fucking needy. I’ve never in my entire life felt like this before. What is he doing to me?

I’m on my elbows, my upper body extended in the air, watching every movement he does. But I feel weak, he’s making me feel so fucking weak.

And when he spreads my pussy with two fingers, darts his tongue out and licks me in one slick movement, I crumble.

My elbows give way as I collapse onto the bed—sounds I didn’t even realize I could make escape me as my hands reach out trying to anchor myself to something, anything .

“Fuck, Lilly,” he grumbles, his tongue swirling against my clit. “You taste so fucking good.”

I whimper, grinding my hips into his mouth, wanting more, needing more.

I feel him chuckling against me, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through me.

And when he thrusts two fingers inside me, and I fucking lose it.

“Greyson!” I cry out, my fingers gripping my comforter tightly.

“You like that?” He asks, thrusting his fingers back in.

“Yes!”

“What about this?” He curls them, and I dig my nails into the mattress, crying out his name.

He’s becoming so fucking good at knowing what I love. At knowing how to please me. And I’d be dammed if I allow him to do this to another girl.

My thighs move in, trying to clench them together, but he pushes them apart, his hand staying on my inner thigh to keep it away.

I could feel my orgasm building up, a nd embarrassingly fast. His tongue flicks at my clit faster, his fingers going at an equally faster pace. I can’t take it. I can’t…

Moaning, the heels of my feet dig into the mattress, and my pussy clenches around his fingers. Grinding my hips into them, the pleasure builds and builds until I’m completely taken over by the euphoria of pleasure.

My eyes blur, stars dotting across my vision. I’m crying out his name, maybe even screaming it. I’m a mess—gasping, screaming, shaking, dragging my nails across his skin.

My eyes squeeze shut as he removes his fingers from me, and then I feel him hovering above me, his breath fanning inches from my face. My eyes slowly open to see his face directly above me, a grin forming on his lips.

“That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever witnessed.” He confesses, moving my hair away from my face.

“Yeah?” I breathe heavily.

Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Fuck yes.” He mummers, bringing his teeth to my bottom lip and biting down.

I gasp, my body jolting. My nipples brush his chest as my legs wrap around his waist and his cock rests against my pussy. I can feel it jerking as he—deliberately or not—slides his cock up my slit.

Gripping the silver chain he’s wearing with my fingers, I pull him toward me as my lips trail kisses across his jaw. He groans, his breath coming out in a hiss.

“Lilly?”

“Hmm?” I answer, my lips brushing his neck.

“Do you mind if we don’t…if we—

“I f we don’t have sex?” I finish the question for him.

“Yeah.” He clears his throat.

Smiling, I lean back and graze my fingers against his cheeks. “Of course,” I tell him, looking into his eyes. “Whenever you’re ready.”

He smiles back at me, his fingers gliding in my hair. “Thank you.”

“Greyson, you don’t have to thank me,” I say, my lips brushing his. “When the time is right, you’ll know it. Don’t feel pressured to do something you’re not comfortable with, okay?”

“When the time is right,” he nods in agreement. “Fuck, has anyone ever told you how perfect you are?”

I grin, gripping the nape of his neck. “Someone might’ve told me that once before.”

“Well, that someone must be wise.” He grins.

“Hmm,” I nod, pulling him even closer. “Now kiss me.”

“Anything for you.” He mummers before connecting our lips.