Youforia [N.H]

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Niall Horan

22nd August, New York.

Happy boy.

That's the only way to describe me right now, happy boy.

I don't know what I did to deserve a girlfriend that had magical powers when it came to to giving blow jobs but this has to be some kind of good karma because I've never felt anything like it.

She may be a little quiet and whatever the opposite of big mouthed is, but God damn, she just knows what to do with that mouth to make me feel like this happy boy I currently am.

"Oh you're fucking perfect love" I praise her, my hands tangled up in her hair as she kneels down, half dressed in a pair of dark blue loosely fitted jeans and a white bra covering her chest much to my dismay, as I stand looking down at her with my jaw tense.

It wasn't until we had started getting dressed that I remembered the promise she made to do this for me this morning.

I didn't drop it, off course, but I'm no monster. I've already given her something for this with my own mouth even though she said this was meant to be about me, but it would kill me if I didn't do something for her as well.

My jeans are halfway down my thighs and she keeps her eyes looking ahead of her which is an improvement from her having them shut all the time but I wish she was looking up at me.

I'm not one to be making any complaints right now.

She even let me get a Polaroid of her before she started, she was kneeled with her thighs together, leaning back on her hands giving me the perfect angle of her body as she gave me a cheeky smirk that was no where near as innocent as all her other smiles have been, she was definitely getting used to my tradition now and I love it.

All the photos are fucking perfect but this one was different, it's the first one where she's been truly confident in showing her body, looking at the lens with a devious tint over her features, I'd be telling a huge lie if I said it wasn't the biggest turn on I'd ever seen in my life.

This pictures going to the top of the pile.

I can feel my high near and I tighten my grip on her hair, closing my lips to swallow before they are back apart, breathing laboured as she pushes herself deeper, as if she knew what I needed.

A groan escaped my throat as my abdomen flexes, my tip hitting the back of her throat before she's taking her hands and placing them on my thighs and pressing her finger tips into them as if she was giving me a signal.

Message received.

I thrust my hips once, her eyes slightly shutting until they open again "this what you meant?" I check before I go any further and she hums positively, squeezing my thigh again as I reposition my hands, getting a tighter grip as I grin widely down at her.

"It's bad manners to ask me to fuck your mouth and not look at me darling" I tease her and she rolls her eyes earning one sharp thrust of my hips, I pull away quick enough for her not to gag but definitely enough to have me groaning as she screws bed eyes shut. "Come on, eyes up, you were so good for me yesterday."

I know which buttons to press, obviously.

She glances up at me and I smirk, the innocent yet annoyed look on her face being completely unphased as I thrust myself into her mouth, "wonderful" I grin.

It only takes another few minutes of my tip hitting the back of her throat every time until I feel myself right on the edge, I start loosing control of my thrusts a little as my hand pulls her head down and when I feel her swallowing around me I choke on my breath as I push her head down, my high sending heat waves of ecstasy over my body that has me grinding my teeth until they feel like they'll shatter as tears prick in her eyes, my release shooting down her throat before I'm letting go and she takes a sharp breath.