A few minutes later, I receive an alert that fifty thousand dollars has been deposited in my account.
I stare at the numbers. “Thank you,” I whisper. I crawl across the bed as he puts his cell phone down on its charging station, and as he turns back around, I boldly reach out and start stroking his enormous cock.
Within a split second, it’s fully erect, the skin soft but tight as I stroke it. I move forward to taste him.
“Why?” he says, groaning a little.
“Because,” I say, stroking faster. “I’ve been wanting to do this. And now you’ve given me even more reason to do it.”
“I don’t expect anything in return for helping you, Haisley.”
“And that’s exactly why I want to do this,” I reply, leaning in and licking the head of his perfect dick as he hisses through his teeth.
I’ve never done this before.
Never had a man’s penis this close to my face. My lips hovering, tongue licking the velvety softness of it. I’m entranced, a little afraid, but most of all, turned on.
Dermot does this to me.
Makes me want to be fearless, sexually uninhibited. Being with him is like a drug that makes me free of my self-consciousness that has dogged me relentlessly through most of my life.
But right here, right now, all I want to do is take him fully into my mouth.
If I can.
Dermot
Fuck. I can’t believe that Haisley is going to suck me off right now.
Or, at least, she’s going to try and suck me off. My cock is as hard and engorged as it’s ever been, and even some fairly experienced women have had trouble with the size and girth of my member.
Just her hand stroking my shaft is practically enough to make me blow my load. That’s how good her touch feels. She is a natural. She is so damn sexy and doesn’t seem to even realize it.
Her innocence enhances her sex appeal, and despite her lack of experience, Haisley has an unbridled passion and need that I’ve never come across in my many conquests.
Her plump lips are pursed, as if she’s about to give the big fat head of my dick a ripe kiss. I arch my back as she resumes stroking with both hands now. But it’s her lips that I want to feel, that I am desperate to come into contact with.
I want to feel those silken lips clamped down on my cock, I need to watch my pipe going in and out, in and out, as her lips glisten and her tongue…
And that’s just my imagination. She’s still stroking, her lips mere centimeters away from the head.
“Oh, fuck,” I say out loud. I’m straining, my thighs trembling a little.
The look on her face is one of devout concentration, as if she is a student trying to ace a very important exam.
And then, before I know it, she’s leaned in and opened her mouth ever so slightly, but I can feel her velvet tongue sliding over the tip of my cock, licking off that salty precum.
Her tongue is hot, warm, and damn if I’m not already closer to coming then I should be. I can’t hold off, she gets me so fucking greedy.
“You taste good,” she murmurs, as if to herself.
“Have some more,” I groan.
“Don’t mind if I do,” she replies.
And then her mouth opens wider, and she allows me in so much further. The heat and slick softness is like nothing I have ever experienced. How can Haisley’s mouth feel so much better than anyone else’s?
It makes no sense.
But it’s goddamn true.
I close my eyes, because watching her suck me is so hot that I am going to blow my load before I’m ready. I want to make this last a little bit, at least.
I feel her tongue, uncertain for the first few seconds, now starting to become active. It swirls around and around my shaft and now she’s moving her head.
“Oh, shit.”
This feels incredible.
She’s bobbing her head, taking me in and out. In and out. Sucking, going deeper with each new swivel of her head.
My God, how is she doing this?
I finally open my eyes and see her taking more of my cock into her mouth than I’d have imagined possible.
She’s so engrossed in the act, she looks to be in a trance. I hear her utter a throaty moan that vibrates to the base of my cock. She’s slurping, and her saliva is coating my shaft, as I pump my hips in time with her movements.
I’m fucking her mouth now, and watching her do it, those gorgeous lips of hers, that tongue, the slurping, the sucking…
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. My dick is so hard, my balls are tight, churning, I can feel myself starting to ready for an explosion of epic proportions.
She can feel my readiness, my excitement, which seems to only further inflame her.
Haisley begins to suck faster, and her hands grope to my balls, my belly, my shaft. She’s sucking and licking, and my will is breaking as the sensations build and build and build.
“I’m…shit…I’m gonna come soon, baby.”
She moans and sucks, willing me to do it.
“I’m going to come in your mouth. Are you ready for it?”
She sucks faster.
And then it happens. I cry out, and my entire body goes rigid as I come, shooting my load into her mouth.
Fuck, it’s a lot. I push my cock further into her mouth, and she somehow accepts it. I can see her opening wider, her jaw relaxing, eyes slightly bulging, strain in her face, but also that sensuality which is like nothing I’ve ever witnessed.
She is both naïve, and somehow beyond her years in sexual knowledge.
I can’t grasp how it is that Haisley seems to know nothing and everything all at once.
I can’t explain the way she affects me.
I come into her mouth, coating her throat with my hot liquid, watching as she dutifully drinks it down, trying desperately to keep it all from spilling out between her lips.
But some of it does leak out, dripping down my shaft.
When I’m done coming, Haisley lets my cock slip from her mouth momentarily, examines it and sees the shining, wet slicks of seed dripping down my member. She begins licking it, until she’s sucked every last drop of cum from my dick.
Then she sucks and licks the head again, until I’m starting to get hard.
“Do you want me to keep going?” she asks, breathing heavily. She’s not joking.
I almost want to go another round.
“Hell, no, that was perfect,” I tell her. “I’m not sure I could come again right now anyway.”
“Oh.” She smiles and her cheeks flame pink. She meets my gaze and then quickly gets off the bed. “I should freshen up,” she says, bounding out of the room and into the master bath.
I chuckle as she goes.
Her ass is round, firm, her hips curvy. As I watch her shut the door, I look down and see my dick is rock hard again already.
A few moments later, I cross the room and open the door to the master bath. The shower is running and the room is already fogging up.
I hear Haisley humming softly to herself, and her voice is shockingly beautiful. I shouldn’t be surprised by anything at this point, but still I am. My arms spring into gooseflesh as I hear her magical singing, a song I don’t recognize, and then she abruptly stops. She turns and sees me through the frosted glass.
“Dermot?”
I step into the shower, and she’s modestly crossed her arms over her chest.