Page 94 of Draft Pick
The bobbing of Crew’s cock strains freely, dying to be played with. I settle back on his knees with enough pressure not to hurt him and fist him close. My fingers wrap around his shaft, leaving Crew hissing in pleasure.
“Fuck, baby.”
“You like that?” I whisper, unable to look away from the working of my hand. Up and down with the closest grip I can manage, pride filling me when his eyes dilate and roll to the back of his head.
Good.Unravel.
“If only I were inside you…” he groans, bucking his hips as he searches for more pleasure.
I slide myself back and put my face directly in front of his waiting cock. One lick to his underside has him spinning. “Jesus Christ, Junie. Suck me.”
My tongue makes fluid strokes along his ridges, lapping up the pre-cum leaking from his tip. “Time to scream, Crew.” And I take him all the way, gagging as the tip hits the back of my throat, but I don’t stop. I wouldn’t dare interrupt his pleasure.
I bob my head up and down and fist the bottom of his length. Each time my mouth makes contact with my hand, Crew wails,profanity leaving his lips in the deepest pits of ecstasy. “That’s it, baby. Such a good fucking girl.”
I refuse to let up, the louder he gets, his hands gripping my hair and urging me farther down. I’m confident my throat is bruised by the brutality of his thrusts, something I love more than anything.
The taste of his cum in my mouth gives me a level of satisfaction I’ve never had with previous partners. Not like it is with Crew. He forces my head down farther, and the second I reach for his balls, massaging them gently, he unravels. Exploding into my mouth as I suck him dry for all he’s got.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Look at you. You’re sin. Too bad to be a doctor. Too fucking bad.”
My head lifts, and I hold out my tongue to show him the mess he made in my mouth. “Only bad for you, hotshot. Watch me swallow your cum.”
Crew stares in a trance, hypnotized by his branding on me. “I want to fuck you now,” he tells me, rising to stand and do just that.
I hold my hand out to stop him. “It’s already late, and I have work in the morning. But how about you taste me instead?”
That seemed to shut him up. “Lie down.”
I shake my head leisurely, ticking my lips in response. “Nuh uh. I was thinking like this.” I stand between his legs as they hang off the table, jeans still lying at his feet and softening cock between us. The moment my hand lifts, Crew knows what’s coming, following the path to my jeans.
“I’m soaked for you.” I unbutton them with one hand, slipping my fingers beneath my panties and swiping up my wetness. Crew’s Adam’s apple bobs at his throat, a hoarse groan resounding off the walls. “Having your cock in my mouth made me ache for it to be deep in my pussy instead.”
“Do I need to fuck you, Juniper?” He grits his teeth, biting back a damn near growl.
“Nope,” I quip. “But you can watch me taste myself.”
I pull my hand from my jeans and hold up two fingers coated in my cum. “See?” I whisper, reaching to swipe the side of his cheek and drag my forefinger to the edge of his lips.
Crew’s eyes turn dark, and right before he can turn and get the first taste, I lock my lips around my fingers, sucking myself clean. “God,” I moan. “My clit is throbbing. Everything aches.”
He’s done being patient. Done waiting on my cue to act and shoves his hand beneath my panties, plunging a thick finger inside of me.
“Holy shit,” I exhale, falling forward in pants. But Crew holds me up, as always, plunging in and out of my center while his thumb works on my clit.
“I love this cunt. I fucking love it,” he growls, bringing my body back to life. I won’t last long, already so turned on from sucking him off, I could combust on the spot.
“Oh my god. Crew. Yes. Don’t stop. Please.” My cries are desperate. Desperate to be closer and to feel him deeper inside of me.
The moment two fingers enter me and curl upward, I’m gone. My climax rolls out of me, and my cries can be heard across all of Makers Park. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”
“Yeah you are, baby. Fuck. You’re drenched.” He works me through my orgasm, praising me through the come down.
“I…that was…holy shit.”
“Yeah, you said that.” Crew chuckles all while pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his tongue. I can’t look away. Not when he erases any sign of my orgasm, sucking his fingers the same way I did mine.
“I didn’t plan for that,” I laugh breathlessly while Crew works on buttoning up my jeans, his following shortly after.
