don’t meet, and I shiver a little at the memory of how he’d felt deep inside me. I lazily squeeze the base of him, liking the intake of breath that he makes, and then release him so I can glide one finger along a vein, tracing it to the prominent head of his cock, where it disappears underneath the edge of the crown.
He growls, all impatience, and as I watch, a bead of pre-cum appears on the head of his cock, swiftly followed by another.
“What does a god taste like?” I murmur, moving forward so I’m leaning over his cock, my hair falling around my shoulders.
“See for yourself,” he rasps, and the look in his eyes is intense. How did I ever think this man wasn’t affected by me? I know at some point I’m going to tease and he’s going to break, and then he’s going to fuck me hard again, just because he won’t be able to help himself.
My thighs squeeze with excitement at the thought, and that hollow ache in my belly returns. I want that. I want to make him break with lust. I love that thought.
I lean in and use the tip of my tongue to lap up each salty drop, cleaning his cock. He tastes good, but I’m probably biased and it has nothing to do with him being a god and god-cum somehow being tastier. I just love everything about Aron—even his arrogance. “It’s just all right,” I tease.
He scowls. “My seed tastes better than any other seed and you know it. Taste me again.” And his hand goes to my hair, as if he’ll guide me down.
I shrug, leaning in to the game, and give his cock-head another swipe with my tongue. “Not bad.”
Aron’s breath hisses out. “Woman—”
“I’m just saying, I’ve had better.”
“No, you haven’t.” He gives me another one of those smug grins, then pushes my head down again. “You must not have tasted it right. Take more of it into your mouth.”
I feign ignorance. “You think I should?”
“Absolutely.”
An erotic thrill charges through me as he gently tugs my head downward. It makes me feel sexy, and I’m squirming with need, wiggling my hips as I lean down and grip his cock again, then take him into my mouth. He’s so big that he stretches my lips, and it’s hard to tongue him properly. I glide him as deep as I can, and then ease him back once more, giving the head a lick.
“Well?” He’s breathing harder.
“I need to taste again, just to be sure,” I murmur, then pull him into my mouth again, working the base of his cock with my hand. I keep my mouth wet, coating his big cock with my saliva, and take him a little deeper this time, and then deeper still when I work his shaft back into my mouth, gliding him along my tongue. I take him so deep that he hits the back of my throat and then I rise up, biting back the choked sound that threatens to erupt. And I look up at him.
His eyes are slits of pleasure, the hand in my hair loose, and there’s such a blatantly erotic look to him that I’m breathless with need.
“Do you know how beautiful you are when you do that?” he murmurs.
“You’re just saying that so I’ll go down on you again.”
“You’ll do it anyhow,” Aron says, his fingers gliding to stroke my chin. “Because you get aroused from pleasuring me.”
He’s right, the arrogant jerk. Right now my pussy is totally wet and sensitive, aching with need. I love touching him, his hot skin, his big cock, and I love that he’s turned on, too. Just knowing I can do this to him makes me crazy with need. I just smile and take him deep again, working him with my mouth, with my tongue, with everything I can because I want to see him lose control.
The low groan he lets out makes my pussy clench. I redouble my efforts, licking the length of his cock from base to tip, teasing his sac, doing everything I can to make him snap. I’ve barely taken the head of his cock into my mouth again when he rocks his hips lightly, thrusting, fucking my mouth. He shuttles his cock in and out, using my face as he breathes my name. I love it, and with my free hand, I slip my fingers between my thighs so I can touch myself. I’m so aroused I can’t