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Mr. Collins swallows and I trace the path of his Adam’s apple with my gaze. “You’re so pretty, Harper. Such a pretty little girl, aren’t you?” He squeezes the globes of my ass.
I preen at his compliment. He sounds sincere and I shudder at the thought of our age difference, of being called a little girl.
He runs his hands up my thighs. His rough, battle honed, soldier hands feel rough against my skin. He continues his upward journey, fingers teasing the juncture of my thighs. “God.
You’re wet.”
“I burn for you,” I breathe out.
“Hmm.” He hitches my mini skirt up and slips his hand beneath the silk of my panties. A curse blossoms on his lips. “So smooth.”
“I like it smooth. It’s cleaner, you know? I know guys don’t like having hair in their mouths.”
Mr. Collins makes a strangled noise in his throat, eyes wide for a moment while he takes a deep, quick breath.
I giggle and climb from his lap before tugging my panties down my legs. A blink later and I lose the skirt too. A flick of my foot and I kick it from my ankle, leaving me nude before my daddy’s best friend. Mr. Collins grabs my ass, drawing me closer. He brushes his lips across my belly, fingers going to my p**sy, teasing my lower lips. I grind against him, getting his palm nice and wet with my cream.
“Sit on the sink,” he orders.
I dash away, more than ready for his mouth on me. I haven’t had a good round of oral s*x in a while.
I plop on the edge of the sink and spread my thighs wide. He groans again at the sight of my p**sy. As I’d told him, I shave mine until it’s smooth. I part my s*x lips, exposing myself until cool air touches every part of my secret place, until I was sure he saw my tiny, pink hole.
God. A sudden thought makes my heart stutter. If Mr. Collins was as big as he felt, would he really fit into my tight, little cunt? I like a big cock. No lie. I like the feeling of being stretched and filled. I have this big vibrator I named Mr. Pink. It’s thirteen inches long and has made me squirt multiple times if I jam it in and touch my cervix, f**king myself deep and hard. I’ve had long, fun hours with Mr. Pink when my parents weren’t home. Even though Mr. Pink is fun, nothing beats a real dick. Its hardness, yet supple at the same time. Plus, I love it when guys f**k me so deep I can feel their balls pressing against my clit. The way their pubic thatch grazes against my sensitive, bare skin can make me come over and over.
Mr. Collins makes a rumbling sound in his throat. “Pink and pretty,” he tells me.
My heart swells with pride. Okay, my p**sy too.
He rubs my s*x lips with his fingers before he lowers his head and licks me, tongue traveling from hole to clit. Sweet Jesus and Mary. What he did sends a high octane lust through me. I mewl like a kitten while he eats me like a pro.
Unhurried, really taking his sweet time as if he were savoring a ripe, forbidden fruit. He nibbles, sucks, licks and bruises my s*x lips with his teeth. Tugging. Nipping. Tasting. Savoring and drawing more of my juice from my cunt. I don’t mind. I like a little pain. His tongue is everywhere. On my clit. On my opening. Inside me.
God.
I’m delirious. The pleasure is unbelievable and I wrap my thighs around his head while I brace myself on the edge of the sink with one hand. He drives into me even farther. I can’t believe his tongue can reach that deep, but I’m not going to complain. He increases his pace, giving me everything I need and I’m rising higher, pleasure pouring through me. It just keeps climbing, body shuddering with each breath, ecstasy easing closer. He increases his pace, tongue working me harder and giving me more.
“Close.”
He hums against my clit, vibrations traveling through me and my nerves light up, shoving me over the edge until I’m coming, crying his name. No, not just his name. His first name tumbles from my lips. “Kri!”
Mr. Collins growls against my cunt tongue continuing, f**king me until I come a second time, body shuddering and shivering with the pleasure. He laps at my p**sy, my cunt, and my juices cover his face.
“Kri,” I sob. “Oh, Kri.”
He flicks his tongue against the hood of my clit. “You like it.” His voice is gruff, s*xy and needy. “Dirty little slut.”
“f**k yeah.” I’m breathless, panting.
He leans forward, mouth open, but I stop him. “I want to suck your cock.”
Mr. Collins freezes for a moment, then he rises, unbuckling his belt. I slip from the counter and brush his hands aside to help, yanking his jeans down once open. My mouth waters when I see he’s a commando-type of guy, his cock bobbing free as soon as his pants slip down.
God.
He’s bigger than I imagined and I can’t wait to get my lips around his dick. It’s fat, thick and long, the head slightly bigger than a plum. Mr. Collins’s balls are large, high and look heavy.
I lick my lips, imagining his taste. Without letting another second pass, I push him back until he’s sitting on the toilet once again.
I drop to my knees and don’t hesitate, swallowing him down as much as I can, savoring the first hint of musk and heat and salty sweetness that emanated from his shaft. Beneath me, he jerks and shivers when I wrap my hands around his dick, massaging his hot rod while I suck the head of his cock as if my life depends on it.
“Oh, Harper.” He fists my hair, hint of stinging pain melting through me. “I didn’t know you were so good. Suck that cock.” He flexes his hips, pushing his arousal deeper into my mouth.
I pull free of him with a loud pop. “I’ve had plenty of practice.”
He gives me a surprised look, eyes going wide, mouth dropping open. Maybe he didn’t think I was s*xually active. Even though I’m slutastic at heart, I’ve deceived many people with my cool and angelic fa?ade.
I suck him again, wanting to impress him with my hard-won skills. Soon he’s panting, both hands knotted in my hair. His breath has cut into a string of short staccato heaves as I bob my head up and down. I knead his balls as I plunge my mouth down him until the tip of his cock nudges the back of my throat. I’m pissed that I can’t take him all. He’s too long and fat and I have to really stretch to accommodate his alarming girth.
“That’s it, suck that fat dick.” His fingers dig deeper, as if urging me to take it all, give him more. “Take it.”
Mr. Collins’s chest heaves, the expression on his face hardening as if he’s trying hard to stave off his orgasm. And I don’t want him to come yet. Not before I’ve had his cock inside my p**sy. Deep. Hard. Again and again.
I give him one last long suck before I pop his dick out of my mouth and rise to straddle him. He must have figured out what was coming, the tense, wanting expression on his face turning to worry.