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THE motel carpet was by no means soft at all, and within seconds of kneeling, DJ knew there'd be bruises come morning — ones that none of her dresses were long enough to cover. The thought thrilled her a bit as she looked up at Scott.
Though admittedly, she was still more nervous than thrilled.
"Scott," she murmured, "I ain't never... you'll have to tell me what to do."
"I know, honey," he said, speaking softly as he cupped her cheek, pulling her closer to his clothed crotch. "Just be your gentle self and you'll be perfect for me. No teeth — like you're sucking on one of you Jolly Ranchers."
She smiled and leaned into his warm touch, glad that he wasn't yelling any more.
"You know," she said, running her hands up his thighs as she spoke. "You could take your shirt off. Give me something pretty to look at."
Though he was still frustrated, Scott laughed, blessing her with the sound. "You got it, honey."
He shrugged the Storm PAR shirt off his shoulders before reaching back and grabbing the collar of his t-shirt, pulling it up and off in one smooth motion. DJ just bit her lip as she looked up at him, following the hard lines of his abdomen lower and lower until she was looking at his jeans.
Though she was nervous, she steeled herself and worked at his belt, getting it free before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, pushing them down his muscular thighs. Scott took a moment to kick them away as she eyed him through his tight boxer briefs.
DJ ran her hand over the slowly growing bulge in his underwear, feeling him twitch at such a simple touch. She palmed him slowly until the containment looked nearly painful, hearing how Scott's breaths shortened just the slightest bit, the only sign that he was being effected.
Slowly, she peeled his underwear down, freeing his cock that was now at attention, begging to be touched. She marveled at the angry, pink tip that was leaking precum before she reached out, holding him gently as she kitten-licked it.
Scott drew in a sharp breath, and she glanced up to make sure she was doing okay. He leaned his head back against the wall, looking down at her darkly as he said, "Keep going, Delilah-Jane."
She nodded before focusing back on his cock. Sticking out her tongue, she licked along the underside of it, from his base to the tip, loving how his hips shot forward. Then she sucked in a deep breath and took him into her mouth.
It wouldn't all fit — neither of them was surprised by that. As she did bring him in, the corners of her mouth burned from how thick he was. She gagged when he hit the back of her throat, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
