Blame it on the Champagne (Blame it on the Alcohol #1) - Fiona Cole Page 0,100

he wanted to live there forever, smearing my tears across my cheek before bringing his thumb to his lips.

“You’re fucking beautiful. Every time you fight my fat dick inside your throat, you squeeze me tighter. All I want to do is stay here until I flood you with my cum.”

Unable to help myself, I whimpered. Both from the throbbing between my pussy and my nipples and from the discomfort of his length down my throat for so long.

He finally slid from my lips and let me gasp for air, but only for a moment because as soon as he left, he pushed right back in. Again, he held himself there and told me how beautiful I looked. He told me about how he would do this again, but he’d lay me out, so he could watch his cock push against my throat. He told me he’d take pictures, so I could see how stunning I looked.

Each time was just as hard as the last, and by the time he pulled out for the last time, I couldn’t tell if I was crying from want or from gagging. All my makeup had been wiped off, and I could only imagine what a mess I looked like. At least to anyone else. Nico praised how messy I looked, let me know how perfect I looked.

“Now, Verana. That was slow. This will be fast and rough. You’re mine to use, and I want to use you up. You keep that mouth open and your hands on your nipples.”

My trembling hands un-fisted from my sides. He said it was for him only, but I sat on the precipice of coming and knew it was for me too.

As soon as I put the slightest pressure on my buds, pleasure shot through me so intense, I gasped. He took the opening, gripped my hair back out of my face so he could watch, and shoved in hard. Unlike last time when he stayed, he jerked back out and pushed back in again. He used me like he promised, uncaring of my gag reflex. He didn’t wait for my throat to relax, he pushed past it, fucking deep into my throat like he did my pussy.

I rolled my nipples and squirmed side to side; the slightest friction between my thighs almost too much. His thrusts got erratic, and his other hand joined the first, gripping either side of my head, forcing me down when he pushed forward. His moans filled the plane, and I pulled hard on my nipples, afraid that if I didn’t hold tight, I’d drop my hand between my thighs and finger myself.

“Fuck, Verana. I’m gonna come. Yes.”

He pushed all the way back, his cum shooting straight down my throat to where I barely tasted a thing. But then he pulled back, sending his next spurt of cum all over my tongue. He pulled back again when the final drops of his orgasm merely painted my lips. I tried to lick it all up, but it dripped down my chin.

He panted above me but quickly dropped back in his seat, hunching over to push me back on my heels and kicking my legs wide. His fingers swiped at the cum from my chin before shoving me back to rest on my hands. The position pulled at my hips, but the most discomfort was how it took away my ability to rub my thighs together. I pulsed with need, and my legs were spread wide, my skirt riding up. He shoved it the rest of the way up and pushed his cum-covered fingers under my panties and rubbed hard circles over my clit.

I cried out, my arms almost giving out. My eyes squeezed shut, and I gritted my teeth, the direct contact almost too much for my swollen bud.

I tried to lift my hips against his hand, but I had nowhere to move. Finally, I peeled my eyes open to find his glued to my face, panting just as hard as me. His arm moved furiously. “Nico. I can’t.”

“You can.”

“It’s too big. Fuck. Please.”

“Nothing’s bigger than me. Now come.”

He pinched my clit between his middle finger and thumb, tapping it with his pointer finger, and I exploded.

I was surprised no one came running at the cries I let out. I sounded like I was dying, screaming like I never had before. My whole body vibrated, the prolonged torture too much to take. More tears leaked free, and I screamed until my voice broke. The orgasm