cock, tasting it.
The idea that my cum is the first she’s ever tasted turns me on more than ever. I want to look down and watch her, but I have to keep my eyes on the road.
I feel those full, soft lips close around the head of my cock. She’s licking, tasting, exploring. She doesn’t know what she’s doing. But that’s more erotic than any porn-star blowjob. I’m taking her mouth for the first time, feeling my cock bang around against her cheeks and tongue as she tries to figure it out . . .
I’m so hard that I groan from every touch.
I want to be gentle with her, but it’s so fucking hard to wait. I put my heavy palm on the back of her hair and push her head down, so my cock slides further into her throat.
Simone gags, her saliva running down my shaft. I hold her head there, thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth. I can feel the head pushing into the back of her throat, unable to get any further. The squeezing around my cock is tight and hot and wet.
I let her up so she can breathe. Simone gasps for air, tears running down from the corners of her eyes. Not because she’s upset, just from the gagging.
After she gets her breath, she tries again. She holds the base of my cock in her hand and tries to get as much of the head into her mouth as she can.
Her technique is shit, but her effort is A+. I’m torn between my desire to protect her, to be gentle with her, and the rabid lust that makes me want to fuck her face as hard as I can within the confines of the seatbelt and the steering wheel.
Simone is delicate and cultured. It brings out the animal in me. I want to rip her clothes off, throw her down, use her body. Her natural gentleness and sweetness make me want to dominate her all the more. She’s a good girl—I want to make her MY good girl. My obedient little kitten.
I’ve never felt desire like this: crazed, furious, and extreme. I feel like I’m barely holding onto my last shreds of self-control.
If I didn’t have to keep the car on the road, I probably wouldn’t be able to contain myself at all. That’s the only thing that keeps me patient enough to let her work, to let her slide her lips and tongue around my cock until I finally explode.
Hot cum boils up into her mouth. I can tell she wasn’t expecting it. Some drips out onto my jeans, and some she swallows.
She sits up, gasping and wiping her mouth.
I’m so dazed I can barely drive. The orgasm was wild, wrenching. It jerked the wheel. I really should have pulled over.
My heart is thudding like a sledgehammer.
“Was that okay?” Simone asks.
I pull her back over and kiss her roughly. Tasting myself on her lips.
“You’re perfect,” I say. “Fucking perfect.”
7
Simone
It’s not easy sneaking out to see Dante.
Especially not after that first night, when I got back so late.
My parents were furious. Wilson had been waiting for me at Millennium Park for over an hour. Luckily, the staff was still cleaning up from the dinner, so I could pretend I’d been sick in the bathrooms after Dante dropped me off again.
Mama sniffed suspiciously, probably smelling the liquor on my breath. And maybe something else, too—the lingering scent of sex on my skin.
I didn’t care. Within a couple of days, I was finding ways to meet up with Dante again. I told Mama I was going out with Emily from Young Ambassadors. I had Wilson drop me at neutral places like the mall or movie theater.
Mama was actually pleased to see me socializing on my own, outside of mandated events. She kept telling me to bring my “friends” over for dinner, or to use the pool.
Instead, Dante comes to pick me up from my phony friend dates. He spirits me away where we can be alone. Sometimes we do see a movie, or go out to eat, though he tries to pick places away from the trendy restaurants where I might be recognized.
Really, I just want to be alone with him.
We go to distant beaches, lookout points, corners of parks, his house, or even hotels. Then he undresses me and puts his massive hands all over my body. He kisses me and touches me for hours, always finishing with his face buried between my