Quickies

"Baby!" He was pleading, begging me, but the taste of his precum and the feel of him throbbing against my tongue, coupled with the thought that we shouldn't, we weren't supposed to, made it too hard for me to resist.

"Just an experiment," I whispered over the head as my hand went down to his balls. He loved it when I rubbed them with my thumb, cupping their weight in my hand.

"We'll see how hard I can make you without letting you come."

"Oh fuck!" He shook his head, trying to say no, but his body wouldn't let him. His cock swelled against my tongue, the peppery taste of his precum filling my mouth.

"You've got so much precum already!" I murmured in surprise, rubbing the reddened head against my lips and cheeks and chin. I slapped him against my tongue a few times and then sucked the head, making him shiver, repeating the process until his thighs were trembling.

"God! Please!" He really was begging now, and it made my pussy swell and throb with pride. "Baby, don't… no more… I-"

"How long has it been?" I interrupted his pleas, gently nibbling down the shaft, no hands now, just watching his cock move in time with his steadily increasing pulse.

Breathless, his head thrown back, he murmured, "They said it would be better…

to wait… as long as possible…"

"So how long has it been?" I asked again, my tongue finding its way to his balls, fresh and clean and shaved, they slipped into my mouth like ripe fruit. I sucked gently, first one and then the other, trying to decide which I liked best.

"Four days." His voice was hoarse as he looked down past the thick length of his cock to where my tongue carefully put his balls through the paces, left, right and center.

"So…" I bit my lip, nosing his length like a cat or dog seeking attention. "That means you could pretty much come in a matter of minutes."

"Yeah," he admitted, sounding both resigned and hopeful.

"Just one hard little suck…" I wrapped my hand around the base and squeezed, all serious intent now as I eased my mouth over the reddened tip of his cock, using my tongue around that sweetly raised ridge, paying close attention to the frenulum, giving him long, hard kitty licks there before sucking him deep into my mouth.

"Hey!" His mouth protested, but his body betrayed him. He thrust his hips forward, burying himself in my throat, making me gag — but not making me stop.

Instead. I reached around and grabbed his ass, squeezing and kneading and pulling him in even deeper. He fisted my hair in his hands and used my mouth for a moment, so lost in the pleasure he forgot about me entirely.

"No!" He tried to pull me off him, but I was stuck fast, sucking hard. "God! Stop!"

Panting, the thick mixture of my saliva and his precum coating my chin, I gasped,

"You really want me to stop?"

"You have to…" His cock rested, a thick, throbbing mass, against my cheek. "Oh fuck! Please…"

I rubbed him over my lips, teasing. "Please what?"

"Please…" Half-closed, his eyes were full of lust as he looked down at me, and his hands found my breasts, thumbing my nipples, a nice distraction.

"Please stop?" I asked, taking my hands and mouth away for a moment as he played with my nipples. My pussy was begging for attention and I gave it to her, rubbing fast and hard at my clit, seeing his eyes darken as he watched me finger myself. "Or…

please don't stop?" I surprised him with my mouth, all mouth now, sucking him in deep and hard as I play with my pussy.

He lost his words then, the sound in his throat just a faint, frustrated growl, and he twisted my nipples, making me moan as I arched against him, looking for more. He slapped at my breasts, spanking me like the naughty girl I was, and it just drove me to suck him faster, more eager than ever for his cum.

"Goddamnit!" He grabbed his cock from my mouth, squeezing the head hard, and I watched in fascinated lust as a thick, slow stream of precum leaked from the tip and slid down over his fingers. Trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving, he pressed me back onto the bed, laying me down.

I knew he was going to try to distract me from my purpose — and while my pussy ached to be tongued, too, I knew what I wanted and I reached for it. Reluctantly, he let

me have it, unable to resist the softness of my hands moving over his cock and balls, pulling him up between my legs.

"Maybe you should reschedule," I whispered as I stroked him against my belly.

"Oh…" His eyes were closed, his face pained. "Maybe…"

I tugged him faster, maneuvering myself so I could slide under him, his cock positioned over my tits now. I rubbed the head over my nipples, hard and cherry-red from his attention. "It would feel so good to fill my mouth instead of that little plastic cup, wouldn't it?" I sucked him slow, just the head, to emphasize the point.

"You are so bad." He moved up a little, giving me more of his cock.