opening of his cock. His pre-cum leaked out of his slit and
wet her lips like a gloss, yet she waited for him to tell her to
begin.
She refused to tell him what she wanted.
He’d eventually demand to have her. But she showed her eagerness by
slipping a finger between her legs and began to rub her clit. She
nibbled up and down his girth, and stroked her clit with her knees
open wide. She glanced up to make sure he was watching her touch
herself.
“I’m so wet for your cock right now,” she
spoke against the hot flesh of his shaft, licked his length again,
and then smiled when the light brushing made him shiver.
“Can I taste?” he asked, but there was
hesitance in his voice.
“I thought you’d never ask.” She slipped two
fingers inside her core, rolled them around in unison with her
tongue flicking the ridge of his cock, and then lifted them to his
mouth. He licked between her glistening fingertips, sucked them
into his mouth, and then groaned.
“You taste good too, Camille, but now I’m
curious if you’re sweeter after you cream.”
“I couldn’t say.” She rubbed his head on her
bottom lip, smearing it with lipstick and juice while she waited
for him to demand she suck his cock.
He became tenser with each swipe of his
dick. She tormented him with suspense with only light touch, but he
didn’t tell her to open her mouth and swallow his cock. For some
time Camille tickled his tip with her lips, but still he didn’t
demand to have her. She stroked lighter and less of his length,
hoping the caressing would drive him wild and needing more. But he
never begged for her hot, wet mouth around him. He suddenly
squeezed her shoulders and told her to stop.
“Not so much.” He quivered. “Before you got
here I’ve had hundreds of women kiss my cock. You’ll make me cum
before you even suck me.” She quickly released his cock. The last
thing she wanted was him to cum before slathering her lipstick all
over his dick and wiped away any evidence another woman had him
prior to her.“Go slow and suck lightly,” he finally instructed.
Camille opened wide enough that his girth
deeply penetrated her mouth with touching. When his head glided
down the back of her tongue, she closed her mouth, and immediately
sucked to compress every inch that fit inside. He cursed loudly,
and for a brief moment pinched his eyes shut. He was still
quivering when she drew back, letting her lips squeeze his shaft.
He gripped her hair when her sheathed teeth passed over the ridge
of his cock, but then he pulled to make her lips popped free. He
jolted with an obvious burst of pleasure. “You have a hot, little
mouth, Camille.”
“And you have a mouthwatering, generous
sized dick, dad.”
She looked at the smeared lipstick that
coated his sizable erection. She had pushed back a ring of red only
to the middle of his cock, but she was determined to push it back
to his base. She returned to caressing her clit while she thickly
applied more lipstick. The excitement of painting Bruce’s cock with
red lipstick made her pussy throb and ache. She soothed her greed
with quick swipes to her pulsating nub. The brief caress was
momentarily relief. She grasped his cock again and asked, “Do you
like my lips around your cock?”
“Not nearly as much as I’m going to enjoy
eating you out. You have no idea how much time I’m going to devote
to your pussy, Camille, but I’m determined to let you find out
tonight if you want to.”
“Of course I want to.” His cock was so
lengthy it was intimidating, yet contemplating how many inches she
could stroke with her lips made her moan. She pushed his head
between her closed lips and made his girth spread open her mouth.
She took him in deep, and with determination to blend all the
crimson until only her hue remained. Camille quickly bobbed. She
breathed through her nose, and stroked with her lips. She pushed
herself to take more and more.
Bruce panted and gripped her hair tighter
while he stood