Page 49 of Carlyle
Carlyle
Flopping my head back, I closed my eyes to savor the sound of Valerie choking on my cock, and pleasure tingled my thighs. She’d reversed my stance on blowjobs with one expert, flick of her tongue, and I gathered up her hair to watch my shaft disappear down her throat.
Some of the girls I’d been with were sloppy, slobbering messes, but not Valerie. She sucked up her spit and dribbled it down to pump my cock, and I groaned softly when she squeezed the base. Clenching my jaw, I fisted both my hands in her hair, and her soft palms braced against my knees as I took control. Her gags became louder, her throat flexing around the head of my cock so nice, and I sat up to thrust against her chin.
“Fuck, Valerie.” I couldn’t take it anymore, only managing a few thrusts before pulling her head up, and her bright, brown eyes locked on mine. Valerie practically jumped into my lap, and I kissed her hard as her hand fumbled to poise my tip between those luscious folds. The taste of her was indescribable, and she sat her tight pussy down my shaft to shudder and arch. Tearing my hands from her hair, I squeezed and pinched her breasts— if nothing else, I would never get tired of feeling the heavy globes spill out between my fingers.
“Yeah . . . yeah . . . yeah . . . ” Whispering fast and hoarse, Valerie bounced on my cock and tossed her head back, and I ground my teeth against the utter euphoria building at my tailbone. “Fuck it’sso-o-o good-”
Sucking her tight, pink nipples, I grappled her fat ass and squeezed, and she shivered and moaned as she tightened around my shaft. She made that sound— that beautiful moan that crackled in the middle and got higher at the end— and it was almost enough for me. Rolling her hips, she braced her hands on the sofa cushion, and I leaned back to tug her nipple harshly.
“Bounce that ass on my cock, Valerie . . . oh fuck . . . ” My voice shook, and Valerie arched sharply at my demand before pulled her feet up onto the couch. “Yes-s-s just like that . . . just like that.”
Squeezing her breasts together, I groaned as they jiggled from her jerky movements, and Valerie gasped when I palmed her ass cheeks. She paused, head flopping forward under her eyes met mine under those thick eyelashes, and I cupped her head to draw her lips to mine.
Smack me hard.I could hear that whine ringing in my ears, and she hadn’t even said it. Rubbing her ass cheeks, I groaned when her pussy quivered in expectation, and I reared back my palm to slap the globe. She jolted with a squeak, and I sputtered as she squeezed my cock with the force of her orgasm.
“Shit, Val, you come so easily.” Not that I was complaining, but how was I supposed to stave off when she just got tighter and tighter andtighter. Rolling her hips against my thighs, Valerie crashed her lips on mine, and I thrust sharply as my need for her just spilled over. Tangling my hands in her hair, I held her down and fucked her deep, and she squawked with each snap of my hips.
Hers was such a cute sound.
“Fuck . . . get on your knees, Val.” I wasn’t holding it together very well, but Valerie swung her leg over me to bend over my cock. Her soft lips closed around my head, and I pushed down to throat fuck her as I braced my feet on the floor. Gagging loudly, she hollowed out her cheeks, and my balls drew up as I ground my teeth and tensed with an expectation of my own. “Ah, yes-s!”
She sucked me dry, her teeth grazing the ridge of my head, and I shuddered violently as my cum spurted onto her tongue. Pleasure rippled up my cock, and I stuttered a groan as Valerie swallowed my load with a hungry, pleased hum. Licking me clean, she panted furiously, her face red and teary, and I pulled her head to mine even while she pumped my cock.
Dragging her on top of me as I laid down on the sofa, I gripped Valerie’s ass as her palms braces on either side of my head. She was always ready, always wet, and I thrust my half-hard cock between her legs. Tangling my tongue around hers, I couldn’t get enough, and I caressed up her back before she sat up to grind against me.
“Oh . . . ” Rubbing her engorged clit with my thumb, I smirked at her little noise, and she threw her head back to get her hair out of her face. “I love it! I love it! Oh, my God, Carlyle . . . ”
“If only I could get you to love the rest of me as much as you love my cock.” The words slipped lazily out of my mouth, and Valerie’s chin touched her chest as she puffed out her lips at me. Gripping her waist, I focused on catching my breath than thinking too much— that five-year difference was pretty telling right now.
“You can’t expect that until after I stayed awake for Willem Dafoe. That’s a true milestone.” Barking a hoarse laugh, I propped my arm under my head, and amusement jostled in my chest among all the other shit I felt at this moment. “If I can’t do that, then there’s not much more you need to know about my commitment issues.”
“We should get to that, then.” She smiled so sweetly, and I sighed in complacency as she leaned down to kiss me even sweeter. Cupping her cheek, I held her mouth to mine, and she sunk into my chest. “Not right after sex, though.”
“I’m gonna pass out.” Nuzzling my chest, Valerie mimicked my sigh as I buried my nose in her hair, and my eyes rolled a little at how delicious she smelled. “We’ll set aside some time. Iwillget to the end.”
My cheek twitched at that, and I wondered if Valerie was talking about the movie or this life. She’d never expressly said she wanted in, and she avoided most things unless they were noticeably bothering me. I didn’t blame her, of course, but I wasn’t sure how long she could tow that line.
“Hey, Valerie?” Humming softly in acknowledgment, she played with my chest hair absently, and I stared dazedly at the ceiling. “I’ll never, ever begrudge you for walking away if you ever do.”
“If I’m not around . . . ” Speaking haltingly, Valerie’s jaw worked against my sternum when she licked her lips. “There won’t be anybody who’s not afraid of you, Carlyle. There won’t be anybodyyou’reafraid of.”
Inhaling deeply, I didn’t have anything to say to that because, once again, Valerie was right and I was wrong. Covering her face with my palm, I caressed her hairline and tucked the strands behind her ear.
If this was what life would be like for the rest of mine, I would be happy.
I would be more than happy.
