5 - Show Me Your Tongue

5 - Show Me Your Tongue

Cillian

Emma obeyed, parting her pouty pink lips after wetting them with her tongue. I had to ignore the itch to fist her pretty blonde curls and thrust inside her welcoming mouth.

Her soft fingers wrapped around my girth, a deep groan eliciting from my throat when she pumped me slowly before taking me in her mouth. I relished the warmth and wetness, exhaling sharply when she gave small cat licks to the head, playing with the piercing.

Fucking tease.

With a low growl, I wrapped my hand around her hair, tugging her head back and holding her jaw, I leaned down and said, “Stop teasing me. It won’t end well, Doll.” She trembled, but I continued with my firm voice, “Are you going to suck my cock like a good girl?”

She nodded, her throat bobbing.

“Open your mouth and show me your tongue.”

She obeyed and her eyes widened when I spit on her tongue. When she didn’t tap my thigh or pulled away, I tightened the hold on her hair, noting the little tremble.

“Good girl.