He decides to paint her face

It wasn't long before she could feel him start to swell inside her mouth, his balls rising in the tell-tale sign of orgasm. Her brain was already rewarding itself chemically for feeding its addiction to fresh cum. She instinctively prepared herself to be pumped full of his load.

But, moments before he finally satisfied her thirst, his grip on her hair pulled back hard. He dragged her face off of his wet cock and held her head back firmly. She let out a surprised gasp and looked up at him, her mouth hanging open from the sudden forcefulness.

"A needy slut like you deserves to wear your addiction!" He growled down at her while he rapidly pumped his spit-lubed cock with his other hand. Ellie blinked up at him, **** to watch him jerk himself off right over her face but just out of reach of her lips. In the back of her head, she knew this isn't what she had been after. She needing to drink his thick load, not wear it. But the rest of her didn't care. The rest of her couldn't help but imagine him using her face as a cum rag and it made her fingers work her clit through her panties harder.

Her internal debate only lasted a few moments before he ended it. With a shuddering groan, his cock shot a heavy rope of cum right across Ellie's upturned face. She gasped again, instinctively opening her mouth wider and squinting her eyes. His grip on her hair never relaxed for a moment, pinning her head right in place for him to empty his balls over again and again.

After long seconds, his fist gradually stopped pumping his cock and he let out a heavy sigh. He looked down at his work and chucked breathlessly. He used his fingers to tap the end of his cock against her tongue a few times to shake off any left over drops of his cum and then let go of her head.

She felt an involuntary shiver run up her spine at the feeling of being used and glazed. She carefully opened her eyes and looked at him, her brain overcome with the mixed sensations of feeling and tasting and smelling his fresh load on her. She swallowed what had landed across her tongue and let out a satisfied moan before pulling her hand from her work slacks. She could feel how sticky her fingers were with her own juices but it hardly mattered. She used those same fingers to clean her lips and cheeks, pushing the creamy cum into her mouth hungrily.

"God damn..." Her neighbor suddenly looked a lot more spent, sitting back onto his bed heavily while he took in the scene.

"I have to go to work, jerk! You better not have gotten any on my hair or clothes..." Ellie protested between licks of her messy fingers. Truthfully, she'd prefer that he had ruined her with his load, staining her uniform and skin with his addicting cum. But the small, practical side of her brain knew it'd just mean trouble not to clean herself up.

"Ah, just clean yourself in the bathroom, if you really care... But you look better like this, anyway." He responded dismissively before flopping backwards onto his bed, taking deep, contented breaths.

She shook her head and huffed with as much annoyance as she could muster while still in the tingly bliss of having been soaked in thick cum. She carefully stood up, already feeling the mess start to drip down her neck and toward her shirt. She made her way to his bathroom with her head tilted back slightly and did her best to clean herself off.

By the time she came back out, her neighbor was sound asleep on his bed, again, legs hanging over the edge where he sat down. "Typical," she thought and decided to leave it at that. She let herself out and closed the door behind her, rubbing at the stubborn wet spot on the collar of her shirt where she tried to wash out some cum.