A sheepish smile formed on her lips–those soft lips.

Fuck, I couldn’t help myself.

“Go ahead. Use your mouth for me.” I released her hair, another adorable squeak coming from her.

How I wanted to fuck that throat of hers.

She balanced herself to where her mouth was so, so close to my cock. I waited impatiently before she opened wide and took my entire cock into it. A guttural groan of relief escaped me when she took me in completely.

“Just like that,” I moaned, slowly guiding her head movements.

She gripped the base with her hand and added a stroking motion while she bobbed her head up and down. What a fucking natural.

And how I couldn’t wait to be inside her again, pounding those sounds out of her, making her scream my name.

With her newfound confidence by listening to my moans of approval, she furrowed her eyebrows in cute determination to make me cum for her. Just like I’d done to her.

“Yes, baby, just like that.” I stroked her hair, keeping up the praise.

Thinking to when I was balls deep inside her, eating her out, and even just touching her, I felt the build up coming. That mouth was doing otherworldly things to me while I watched her with sweetly fierce determination to make me feel good.

My core tightened and I felt it coming. “Fallon...fuck. I’m going to come for you,” I breathed heavily, the words sounding more like throaty murmurs. I reached the edge and tipped over the edge, my hot cum releasing into her mouth.

Oh fuck me, she swallowed all of my cum before coming up for air.

A wave of relaxation hit my body before she crawled up and laid next to me, perfectly nestled in between my arm and chest.

Those tantalizing eyes searched my face for something and I gently caressed her face. Feeling completely at ease, I lightly pressed my lips to the top of her head.

Was it bad I wanted to lay like this forever?

Her hand drew small circles across my chest and I watched with a smile as her cute little brain churned through a whirlwind of thoughts. “What’s on your mind, Blondie?”

A small huff of air slipped from her mouth. “Lots of things, but I don’t know what to make of anything.”

I absently played with a few strands of hair. “What things?”

A mild look of embarrassment played across her face. “Well, you’re you.”

And I was utterly obsessed with her. “Yes, I am me. Are you talking about me wanting you?”

“I just...” she searched for the words while continuing to glide her fingers along my stomach. “...didn’t think I’d carelessly...”

“Sleep with someone like me?” I finished her sentence for her since we both knew what she wanted to say. “If it makes you feel any better, I thought you hated me.”

“I do hate you.”