Try harder to please him with your mouth—maybe if you make him cum this way, he'll leave your pussy alone

Evan's Bedroom, Blackwood Family Home, Suburban Ohio, at 7:40 AM on Saturday June 15th, 2024 Day 1.

You double down, determined to make this work. You hollow your cheeks, suck harder, try to take him deeper—mimicking something you vaguely remember from the one porn video you accidentally clicked on three years ago before panicking and closing the tab. Your tongue swirls clumsily around his fat cockhead, lapping at the salty precum that's leaking steadily from his slit. You're drooling like a fucking idiot, spit running down your chin and dripping onto your exposed tits, but you keep going, bobbing your head with increasing desperation.

"Mmm, getting better," Derek grunts, his hips rocking gently, feeding you another half-inch. "But you're still sloppy as fuck."

Then his fingers find your bare pussy.

You didn't even notice him reaching down—he just did it casually, like it was nothing, his thick middle finger sliding straight between your swollen lips and pressing against your clit. The contact is like a live wire. Your whole body jerks, a muffled scream vibrating around his cock as pleasure explodes through your pelvis. His finger circles your clit slowly, deliberately, with the practiced ease of someone who's done this a hundred times.

"There we go," he says smugly, watching your face contort. "That's what I like to see."

You try to keep sucking. You really do. But his finger is doing things to your body that Evan's sheltered mind can't comprehend. He's found a rhythm—slow, firm circles right on your clit, then sliding down to dip inside your soaking wet hole, curling upward to press against some spot that makes your vision go white. Your thighs are trembling violently, your hips bucking against his hand involuntarily, chasing his touch.

Your mouth goes slack around his cock. You can't focus anymore. Drool is pouring down your chin, your eyes are glazed and unfocused, tears streaming from the corners. You look absolutely wrecked—a drooling, twitching mess with a thick cock resting on your tongue and a man's fingers working your dripping cunt like he owns it.

"Shit, you're close, huh?" Derek laughs, pulling his cock free from your useless mouth with a wet pop. He watches you gasp and whimper, his fingers never stopping their devastating rhythm. "I can feel it. Your little pussy's clenching like crazy. You wanna cum so bad, don't you?"

You nod frantically, beyond words. Your entire body is wound tight as a spring, every muscle trembling, your clit throbbing under his fingertips. You're right there—right on the edge—your orgasm building like a wave about to crash.

And then he stops.

His fingers pull away from your pussy and you let out a desperate, pathetic wail. Your hips buck at nothing, your cunt clenching around empty air, so close to release it physically hurts. Your body is screaming for it, every nerve ending begging.

"Nah-uh," Derek says, wiping your juices on your thigh. He grabs his cock and strokes it slowly, the thick shaft glistening with your spit. "You don't get to cum unless you earn it. And sucking dick clearly ain't your talent." He positions himself between your spread legs, the fat head of his cock brushing against your soaked, swollen pussy lips. You can feel the heat of him, the blunt pressure right at your entrance. "But I bet this tight little cunt knows exactly what to do."

He leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "Tell you what, baby. You let me fuck you—just once—and I'll let you cum. I'll make you feel so fucking good. All you gotta do is say yes."

His cockhead nudges against your entrance, parting your puffy lips just slightly, and your whole body shudders with need.