Tainted Desires | 18+

45 - Move In

Mirabelle Morrison

His eyes searched mine for a moment, a mix of concern and desire evident in his gaze. "You don't have to," he murmured, his voice husky and filled with tenderness.

A soft moan escaped my lips as I beheld his throbbing arousal, the sight igniting a fierce hunger within me. I yearned to taste him, to feel him pulsing against my tongue. Without another word, I knelt before him and his glory, one hand holding the back of his right thigh.

My gaze locked with his, filled with a raw intensity that mirrored his own. I leaned forward, my lips teasing the sensitive tip of his erection. I could feel the warmth of his skin against my face, and the musky scent of sweat filled my senses.

A soft moan escaped his lips, encouraging me to continue. With a deliberate slowness, I took him into my mouth, savouring the velvety heat and the pulsing throb of his desire. The weight of his erection and the taste of his skin in my mouth intensified my need to be fucked hard.

I'd never done this before to anyone because I'd always been nervous about whether I was good or not and what my man would like me to do. Even with all the videos I'd watched, I still never got myself to do it. However, with Terrence, I wanted every hole of mine to be filled to the brim. I wanted him in and around every part of me, where I had no ounce of control over my senses.

I worked my tongue along his length, alternating between gentle flicks and swirling motions, eliciting a symphony of groans from him. His moans grew louder as I continued flicking my tongue over the sensitive head, maintaining a steady pace as my eyes began to tear up.

Using the combination of suction and pressure that I'd learnt, I felt his body tense and his breathing became more erratic. I could tell I was doing a good job when he let out a series of curse words as he almost stumbled backwards.

With a hand plastered on the wall, his left found its way into my hair, urging me on, guiding my movements. The taste of him, the sensation of him growing harder with each passing second, fueled my own arousal.

Letting him take control of my mouth, I slowed my movements, savouring the feeling of his length sliding in and out of my mouth. The veins that were on his cock rubbed against my lips, sending a sort of sensation up to my brain. I liked it way too much.

The room filled with the sound of our shared pleasure, the rhythmic moans, and gasps blending together in a symphony of desire. Time seemed to stand still as he continued to ravish my mouth, letting me explore every inch of him.

I wanted to make this last as long as possible, like he always did with me whenever he had his fingers up my soul. I shifted my position, using my hand to stimulate his balls as he fucked my mouth, going harder with each thrust.

I could tell he was close when his hips started to buck and his grip on my hair loosened. Normally, in this situation, one would back off just slightly to give him a moment to catch his breath. But I didn't. Instead, I tightened my grip on his cock as he continued to thrust and each time he was about to pull out, I'd run my tongue around the head.

And then, with a primal groan, Terrence reached his climax, his body tensing as he released himself into my waiting mouth. His massive body shook as he released his warm and sticky cum down my throat.

I swallowed every drop, everything he had to offer, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste. "Fuck!"

I couldn't help but feel proud of myself for giving him such a toe curling suck as a first timer.

With a gentle touch, Terrence pulled me up from my kneeling position, his arms enveloping me in a warm embrace. Our bodies moulded together, basking in the aftermath of our shared pleasure, the water washing away the remnants of our earlier desires.