Big Book of Smut (48 page)

“Nothing wrong with desire,
ma petit
,” Jean-Luc growled out low in that too sexy French accent. “You wrap those beautiful lips around my penis, and then you get what you want. I get what I want. We both get it out of our system, and life goes on.”

I caught myself rubbing my thighs together. My pussy was achy and wet, feeling so sexy and ready.

“Please, I’m not very strong,” I whispered, unable to speak normally. It was so damned hot in that room. Beads of sweat prickled my skin as I panted lightly, all squishy hot inside. “I’m not good at saying no.”

“Then saying nothing. Drop to your knees, crawl to me, and go down on me,” he said, every word like a bell sending erotic ripples through my body and mind. “Come to me,
ma petit
.”

My knees buckled, but I caught myself before I knelt. If my knees touched the floor I was a goner. I’d be his for the taking, and I so wanted to be taken.

“Kneel, Raquel,” he commanded.

His eyes were fierce and sexy, and they captured me. For a second it was like moving into another realm of existence, where everything was hot and passionate, and perfect. A world I wanted to live in forever.

My eyes dropped to his cock. It looked even bigger and harder. One drop of pre-cum had slid down his length to his hairy balls. Two more drops were slowly going down his shaft, and the sight of them called to me. I wanted to lick them off, and savor that heady taste. Then I saw the fourth drop of pre-cum bead on the tip of his dick.

My knees hit the floor.

I unzipped my dress, rose up on my knees and pulled it down to my waist. I watched Jean-Luc’s face while disrobing, to gauge his interest. I thought he was going to come when I removed my bra. His eyes burned into my tits, while licking his lips. Lips I wanted to taste, too. In fact, I wanted to lick him from his toes to his nose, and then go back down. Wiggling more than I needed to, I worked the snug dress over my hips and butt, and then dropped to all fours and crawled out of it.

Crawling sensuously, I watched the emotions play across his face. His excitement rose dramatically, and he started stroking himself. A sultry smile curled my lips, and he swallowed hard. When I reached him, I pulled Jean-Luc’s jeans down to his ankles.

Pulling his hand off his cock, “Let me take care of that for you, Jean-Luc. Or do you want me to call you ‘Daddy?’”

I held his cock up between two fingers, admiring it up close. His dick was all shiny from pre-cum he spread while stroking it. I nuzzled his nut sack, taking in his heady scent. Why did I love the smell of cock and balls so much?

“Call me daddy,” he said.

That sent hot tingles through my body. So naughty. So damned naughty.

“Anything you want, Daddy,” I purred, hitting him with my sultriest gaze for a long second. Then I gave his balls a firm lick. And another. “Mmmm, I love balls. Your balls are nice and big and hairy. Mmm.”

“I’m about to blow, Raquel. Hurry, go down on me.”

I almost giggled. “You’re about to blow? I’m the one on her knees.”

He just groaned. I don’t think he got my humor. His loss.

“Don’t worry, Daddy. Your Raquel will take care of you,” I purred, giving the head a lick and kiss.

I licked his cock from the base up. All around. He was trembling by the time I reached the head. Rolling my tongue all over and around his head, I watched his body twitch and his face fill with bliss. He buried his hands in my thick hair, rubbing my scalp. It felt divine.

“Oh, Daddy, watch me go down on you,” I said, pulling my long hair back and to the side so he could see my mouth. That forced one of his hands out of my hair, but I don’t think he minded.

My lips parted slowly, and the hungriest look filled his face. A look that sent a thrill shivering up my spine. Made me ache for a kiss. A deep, long, open-mouth kiss. Instead, I guided his cock to my lips, and slowly let him penetrate.

“Uuuggggh,
oui, ma petit. Oui. Oui
,” he groaned out.

Bobbing my head, I took a little more cock in with each stroke. He was nice and thick, and it strained my jaw. Didn’t matter. It was wonderful, and he really loved what I was doing. No man ever showed his pleasure like Jean-Luc.

“Mmmmmm,” I hummed. He rose up on his toes. “Mmmmmmm.”

I wondered if he’d ever gotten a hummer before. He seemed surprised.

“You are so beautiful, Raquel. So beautiful,” he murmured, looking like he was lost deep in his own pleasure. I worked my tongue, my lips, using suction and every trick I knew to make it the best blowjob he ever enjoyed. My mother had a reputation for giving exceptional BJs, so I had to put some effort into it. “Oooh,
oui
. You are so good. Just like that. Keep doing that.”

His cock hardened a bit in my mouth. His “keep doing that” was his cock head tapping the back of my throat. Unfortunately, my lips were nowhere near the base of his shaft. There was only one thing to do. I prepared myself, giving him a few more bobs, and then took him down my throat.

“Deep throat?” he said, gasping and rising up on his toes again. “Oh!
Oui! Oui
!”

I took him down my throat three times, and third time was the charm. Jean-Luc came hard, gasping and shuddering as hot, creamy jizm filled my throat. I swallowed and swallowed it down, but had to pull back before he was finished coming, so got some of that deliciousness shot across my tongue.

“Mmm, good stuff,” I said, smacking my lips as I sat back on my legs. Jean-Luc collapsed to his knees before me, looking sated and spent. He had the most dreamy bedroom eyes. “Was it good for you, Daddy?”

He leaned toward me. I think he only wanted to kiss me, but he was still unstable after his orgasm, and fell into me instead. We ended up with him on top, face to face, and his body laying between my wide-spread legs.

Not a bad place to be.

“Oh, Daddy, does this mean you want more?”

“I want it all,
ma petit
,” he said, and kissed me.

“Like I said earlier, what Daddy wants, Daddy gets,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing him. “And when you think you’re sated, had enough and can’t get it up again, I’ll go down on you again, Daddy, and we’ll start all over from the top.”

About the Author

Raquel Rogue is a young writer in Texas, who can't get her fertile mind off the tawdry, taboo side of life. She likes her fiction so wet, wild, and wicked, it'll curl your toes.

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