Chapter Nine

It wasn't out of love or passion that I moved closer to him. I worked through my cold, shaking fingers, pulling apart the top of his dress pants. He was wearing thin boxer briefs and as I tried to slide my hand into them, a hiss came from his mouth. He clumsily pushed them down to expose the thick, heavily veined length of his shaft.

"Your hands are cold, just use your mouth, little brat." Without wasting another second, he cupped the back of my head and pushed it down in level with his hardness.

I gulped thinking how to take all of him into my mouth. The dryness in my throat however wasn’t just for that but for doing something as dirty as thrilling for the first time. It was kind of exciting to see his cock this close, in its full glory and eagerness. Was he turned on by my sassiness? Or was it the intoxication spell?

"Don't look at it as if you have seen it for the first time." His agitated voice made me blush harder than I already was.

Without another word he pushed his shaft again