Can't Get Enough

"Can't get enough?" he mocks and I shake my head, kissing my way up from his balls to the head of his cock and turn my eyes up to look at him.

"Take it deeper darling," he tells me, hand on the back of my head as he guides me forward and sets the pace of me rocking back and forth, sliding up and down the length of his cock, "Take as much as you can."

"So much," I mumble as I fall out, gasping, for an instant before he guides me back.

"All of it for you, now," he says, "Wherever you fucking want it. You've fucking earned it, you slutty little bitch."

His second hand comes up and he grips my head and pulls me down and he holds me for an instant while he groans before releasing me but I don't fall back. Instead I push onward, my fingers curling into the fat flab of his upper thighs as my body revolts for a moment before I fall back once more.

"Jesus christ so much," I gasp, "So much fucking cock. So much. So much."

"Too much for you?" he asks, watching with his hands behind his head while I work on him.

I shake my head, mumbling as my lips close around his pulsing head and using both of my hands to stroke him into my mouth.

"No, it's not too much for you. You fucking make it work, using your slutty little mouth just right. Sucking the cock of a man... Jesus girl, you know I'm probably old enough to be your fucking granddad?"

Why did that turn me on?

"Old enough to know better, both of us are. Old enough to know that this isn't necessary. Old enough to know that it ain't right.

"And I got a good fucking excuse for doing this, damn right. Sweet young piece of ass like you? I'd be a fool to turn it down. Get to feel up those firm little titties of yours and watch you spread those pouty little lips around my thick fucking cock. What kind of man would turn down that opportunity? Having such a willing little cockslut worship at the altar of his dick? Enough to make a man fall in love. Enough to make a man do stupid things.

"But what's your excuse?"

My cheeks were burning red and I wasn't stopping. Still sucking and stroking and moaning around him. Hearing every word of his but you'd never know that I was because I wasn't reacting to any of them.

Fixated instead on the task at hand. On pleasing him enough to get him to overflow, to get him to erupt.

Because I had a feeling that him cumming might just spark an explosion of my own.

"What's your excuse? What makes a beautiful young girl like you bend over and suck my dirty fucking cock?"

"Fat cock," I mumble, but he's not buying it.

"You didn't know that before you saw it and you were cock hungry before I even got my pants off. It's not my cock. It's something else.

"It's something in you. Some broken part of you that makes you want to be dirty like this. Some part of you that wants to be wrong. Some part of you that wants to do wrong."

"Just want to suck cock," I beg him, desperately turning to it before he pulls me back by my hair and knocks my hands away, grasping the base of his cock and swinging it against my cheek hard so it slaps with a wet smack.

"Not just that," he tells me, "Not just that. Never just that. You don't just want to suck cock, you want to cum. Don't you?"

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