I had been thinking about his cock all damn day. Every time my phone buzzed I pictured it, thick and heavy, the way it twitches when I wrap my fingers around the base and lean in close. By the time I got to his place I was already wet, panties stuck to my pussy, and I didn't even try to hide how eager I was. The door barely shut before I dropped to my knees right there in the hallway.
He laughed low, that rough sound that always makes my stomach flip, and I looked up at him while I yanked his belt open. "Been waiting for this," I said, voice already hoarse. "I want it in my mouth right now." His jeans hit the floor and his cock sprang out, half-hard and getting thicker by the second. I didn't waste time. I licked a slow stripe up the underside, tasting salt and skin, then opened wide and sucked the head between my lips.
Fuck, the weight of it on my tongue made me moan. I bobbed forward, taking more, letting spit drip down my chin because I knew he liked it messy. My hand worked the shaft in time with my mouth, twisting on every upstroke. He groaned and threaded his fingers through my hair, not pushing yet, just holding me there while I got sloppy on him. I pulled off for a second, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his cock, and grinned up at him. "Tastes so fucking good. I could do this for hours."
He pulled me to my feet and walked me backward to the couch, cock bobbing heavy between us. I stripped fast, kicking my clothes aside, and spread my legs so he could see how soaked I was. But I wasn't done sucking. I crawled over him as he sat down, ass in the air, and went right back to it, deeper this time. I relaxed my throat and took him until my nose pressed against his stomach, gagging just a little, the way that always makes his balls tighten. Spit ran down over his sac and I licked it up, sucking one ball into my mouth while my hand stroked him fast and tight.
"Jesus, you're fucking hungry for it," he growled, hips lifting. I hummed around him in agreement and went back to sucking, cheeks hollowed, tongue flicking the sensitive spot under the head on every pull. My own pussy was dripping onto the cushion, clit throbbing, but I didn't touch it yet. This was about his cock and how badly I needed to make him lose it.
I switched it up, licking down to his balls again, then lower, teasing the skin behind them while I jerked him off with both hands. He cursed and grabbed my hair harder. "Get back on it," he ordered. I did, sucking hard and fast, taking him deep until tears pricked my eyes. Every time I pulled up for air I told him how much I loved it. "Love choking on your cock. Want you to fuck my throat." That did it. He stood, held my head steady, and started thrusting, short and controlled at first, then deeper when I relaxed and let him use my mouth.
Saliva everywhere, my tits bouncing, his cock sliding in and out shiny and wet. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit in quick circles, coming once just from the taste and the stretch of my lips around him. He pulled out, breathing hard, and flipped me onto my back on the couch. "My turn to taste," he said, but I shook my head.
"No. I want to suck you off. Want to swallow every drop." I got on my knees again, this time with him standing over me, and went at it like I was starving. One hand on his cock, the other cupping his balls, rolling them gently while I sucked the head and stroked the shaft in a steady rhythm. I looked up at him the whole time, eyes watering, mouth stretched wide, letting him see exactly how excited I was. He lasted longer than I thought he would, hips snapping, telling me how good my mouth felt, how tight and hot and wet it was.
When he got close his thighs started shaking. I doubled down, sucking harder, twisting my wrist, moaning around him so the vibrations pushed him over. He came with a grunt, thick pulses hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed it all, kept sucking gently through the aftershocks until he pulled me off, oversensitive. I licked the last drops from the tip and sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning.
He hauled me up and kissed me hard, tasting himself on my tongue. We didn't stop there. He bent me over the arm of the couch and fucked me from behind, cock still half-hard and slick from my spit, pounding into my soaked pussy until I came again, screaming into the cushion. Later we moved to the bedroom and I sucked him hard once more, slower this time, edging him until he begged, then let him finish on my tits so I could rub it in and lick my fingers clean.
By the end of the night my jaw ached and my lips were swollen, but I was still smiling. I crawled between his legs one last time before we slept, gave his soft cock a few lazy sucks just because I could, and felt it twitch against my tongue. "Can't get enough," I whispered. He pulled me up against his chest and we passed out like that, my mouth still tasting like him.
The next morning I woke him the same way, already excited all over again.