it’s arousal in her eyes. She likes it when I’m verbal.
Fucking. Noted.
“God, your mouth feels so perfect,” I tell her, my thumb stroking her cheek, and she swallows around me. The vision of her looking up at me goes blurry for a second as my soul leaves my body, and then I’m back, letting out a moan that echoes throughout the huge shower. “Fucking hell, baby. You’re… fuck… so good. Such a good girl,” I tell her, and she whimpers, her eyebrows lifting together in the middle as her eyes close, but not before I see the look of relieved bliss in her pupils.
That’s what she’s wanting.
That’s what she craves.
She wants verbal praise. Undeniable, spoken appreciation. Fucking words of affirmation, like she always craves, her love language she needs above all others. Of course.
She starts working her hand along with her mouth after that, sucking my dick like she was born to do it. And the entire time, I’m telling her how good it is, how perfect she sucks my cock, how she’s going to get me off like no one ever has before. And over and over again, I’m calling her my good girl, my goddess, and each time she hears it, she doubles her efforts.
“Fuck, Astrid. You have to stop. You’re going to make me come, goddess, and there’s so much more I want to do with you,” I whisper, but she tightens her grip and looks up at me.
Just try to fucking stop me, her eyes challenge.
And there must be a reason. There has to be a reason she needs to make me come this way, while she’s sucking me off so good, like I’ve never been sucked before. But I can’t think of it right now. I can’t dissect and figure it out right now, because she’s too fucking good at this. How is she so fucking good at this? Why is she so… goddamn… good at this?
And then I understand. Without having to dig deep and pick it apart. I just get it.
She’s good at it, because she’s had a lot of practice.
She’s good at it, because she was forced to do it until she did it right.
She looks up at me with those pleading eyes, begging me to call her a good girl, because he never did.
She’s refusing to stop until I come, because she wants to rinse away everything that was there before.
And it doesn’t matter what I want. Doesn’t matter that there are hundreds of things I want to do with her out in my big bed while I worship her like the goddess she is.
Because what she wants is for me to coat her mouth and throat with my cum so she can stop feeling like the used and unworthy whore he made her believe she was.
So I give her what she needs. As she sucks and licks with her tongue and twists and strokes with her hand, I tell her every loving word I’ve ever thought about her, and just as my balls tighten and my heart thuds inside my chest, I warn her, “I’m about to come for you, Astrid,” and then I do just that, my face contorting in pained ecstasy as I empty myself down her throat, my cum filling it before she can swallow it all and she gags just a little until she gets it all down. She slides my cock out of her mouth slowly, the end coming free with a pop just as I turn the water off, and then she’s squealing, because I pick her up from her knees and haul her out of the shower, grabbing the towel from the warmer as I go.
I throw her on the bed, and she gasps midair before she lands. And the ferocity on my face has to be scaring her, but I’ve lost control. The moment her back hits the comforter, I toss the towel across her. She can dry off if she wants. But I’ll be too busy, and I’m not waiting.
I tug her knees apart, and without any preamble, I slam my parted lips to her pussy, hearing her squeak and feeling her try to close her legs around my head as I suck her lips into the heat of my mouth. Her thighs quiver, and I feel her try to move up the bed, away from my mouth, but I lock my arms around her hips and hold her still. I’m licking, sucking, devouring her, eating her like a starved man,