CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

GWEN POV

His kissing, the dirty words, and how he praised my breasts—it all made me feel warm and excited inside, right in my core. I quickly pulled off my sweater, and then my shirt. I felt a mix of shy nerves and deep excitement.

"Go on, take everything off," he said, his voice low and hungry. "That way, I can eat you out when you’re done making me feel good."

I stood up and turned my back to him to undo my jeans.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked, sounding confused.

"I'm getting undressed," I replied simply. The nerves were getting to me again. I suddenly felt bad about my body. I knew I wasn't perfect like a model, not at all.

"Why are you hiding?" he asked, and I could hear him move a little. "I want to see your sweet body, Gwen. All of it."

Sweet body? I thought. Did he really mean that? It made me feel a little better.

I turned back to face him, but I couldn't look him in the eye. I finished taking off the rest of my clothes, letting them drop to the floor. I stood there, completely naked.

His eyes ran over me slowly, from my feet all the way up. A slow, meaningful smile spread across his face.

"You have a body that looks like it was made just for me to fuck, did you know that?"

I just shook my head, feeling speechless.

"I'm going to prove it to you," he promised. "But first, come here. I want you to suck my dick with that hot mouth of yours."

I went back down to the floor, kneeling between his legs, just where I had been before. He moved to the edge of the couch and leaned back a little, his bright green eyes watching my every move.

I swallowed hard. I started to feel nervous and wondered if I should really be doing this. "What... what do you like?" I asked softly, trying to sound calm.

He raised an eyebrow, a small laugh in his voice. "You haven't done this before, have you?"

My face felt hot. Was it really that easy to tell?

He reached out and gently took my hand, then pressed it firmly around his hard dick. "Feel that?"

"The skin is so soft," I whispered. I really didn't know what I had expected, but it wasn't this surprisingly soft skin.

"But underneath, it's strong. Hard like a stone," he corrected me. He guided my hand, making me stroke him slowly, from the bottom to the very top. "Right up here," he said, using his thumb to point to the round edge of his head. "This is the best part. Especially on the bottom side."

I moved my thumb and rubbed the exact spot he had shown me.

He took a sharp breath, like a hiss. "Yes. Right there, baby."

I leaned in closer and touched the spot with my tongue, giving it a little lick. His hips instantly jumped up from the couch.

"That’s it. That’s so good. Do more of that."

I was excited now, wanting to learn everything about him. I pushed his hand away, ready to explore by myself. I spent a little more time licking the rim, but then my tongue moved down, wanting to touch every single part of his dick. I rubbed and gently massaged the soft sac of balls underneath, wondering how something so delicate could be so close to something so hard.

"Use your mouth, Gwen," he commanded, his voice rough. "Suck my cock like it's a sweet, juicy lollipop."

It looked so big, but I felt a burst of courage. I wanted to do this and hoped I wouldn't let him down. I pressed my lips right around the very tip, using my tongue to lap over it, just feeling the shape and tasting him.

"Oh, God. Yes. Fuuuck." He let out a loud groan. I looked up. His head was tipped back, eyes squeezed shut.

I took him in deeper, pressing my mouth tightly around the shaft.

"Mmm, more. Keep going." He quickly pulled the tie out of my hair, then pushed my hair over to one side. It fell like a dark curtain over the side of the couch and his hip. I quickly looked up again, and this time his eyes were open, staring straight down at my mouth.

I sucked him as deep as I could manage without making myself gag, then I pulled back up. I repeated the motion, taking him in, sliding him out, moving up and down. I listened to his breathing get faster and faster, and his words got dirtier and dirtier.

"Fuck my cock, baby. Yes. Take every inch of it."

I wrapped my hand around the middle of his dick for better control and focused my mouth on the sensitive tip. I moved my head in and out faster now, my tongue pressing hard and lapping at the sweet spot underneath.

"Fuck. Yes! Right there. Oh, God, don't stop!" His hips started to move, rocking against me, and his quick breathing turned into loud panting. "Oh, fuck." He suddenly pushed my head back gently and sat up straight. "Hold up your beautiful tits, baby. I'm going to come now."

I was a little surprised that it was over so quickly, but I did what he asked. I sat back on my heels and lifted my breasts up with my hands.

"Oh, yes." He started stroking his dick quickly, the very tip brushing against my nipples. "Tell me you want me to come on you."

I loved his dirty words, but saying them out loud felt a little strange.

"Tell me to put my cream all over your sexy tits."

I took a deep breath. "Come on me! Alpha daddy!"

He groaned loudly, stroking faster and faster. I watched, completely focused on the way he touched himself. It was mostly short, quick strokes right around the tip.

"Fuck! I'm there!" A stream of white, thick cum shot out, landing on my chest. He kept stroking, and with each pump, more cum sprayed out until my breasts were wet and dripping with it. "Lick the rest of it off," he whispered, and pushed his now-softer dick toward my mouth. I wasn't sure if I would like the taste, but I was so caught up in the moment that I couldn't say no. I wrapped my lips carefully around the very tip.

"Yes. Fucking amazing," he sighed.

Feeling brave, I took his whole dick into my mouth. It was smaller now, softer, and it tasted salty.

"Shit. Fuck." He fell back heavily onto the couch, completely spent.

I released him and waited for him to speak.

Finally, his green eyes opened wide. He looked at me with pure heat and a look of deep satisfaction. "You are a total natural, Gwen. A fucking natural." He grabbed my arm, pulling me up and onto the couch beside him, and kissed me hard, deep and wet. "Now, it's my turn to eat, and you're going to ride my face until you can't think straight."