Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... centers churning away. Tears, saliva, and, of course, between my legs.

Our combined bodies made a wet sealing and unsealing sound whenever I sucked him to the back of my throat, or pulled back to breathe. I tried to blink the tears out of my eyes so I could see what he thought of that. I'd found guys had mixed responses to my sounds of sloppy struggle.

"Oh fuck," Davin said, answering the question for me.

I wasn't going to be able to deepthroat him in this position. Given the width of him, I wasn't sure it would be medically responsible anyway. But I wanted to reward Davin's vocalizations, even if they were a bit one note. It was so much nicer giving head when the guy was appreciative. I levered my tongue into an arch below his cock, pressing up against the channel on its underside. Each time I bobbed on him I let him fight, and then win, against the resistance there.

"Fuck." He was getting breathy now. A second hand on the back of my head. No longer stroking, just fingers twined in my hair. I could feel the power in him, the impossibility of pulling away if he didn't want me to.

Fuck my face, I thought at him. I almost popped him out of my mouth to say it out loud. But, for all the reasons Heather had laid out in my dorm room, I didn't.

"Fuck. I'm close," Davin gasped.

I hummed my encouragement around his cock.

"Fuuuck." I pulled back a little when he first twitched, but he still spurted against the back of my throat. His cum, salty and surprisingly ...

... liquid rolled forward along my tongue and his own shaft to pool at the seel of my lips. I could have sucked it all back; this wasn't exactly my first time. But, as I slowly released Davin's cock, I let some of his cum dribble out over my bottom lip. It landed on my shirt, a hot wet spot, quickly chilling in the open air.

Davin was leaning back on his bed, supporting himself with his hands, head lolling. I waited patiently for him to recover, taking the opportunity to finally wipe my blurry eyes. When he was finally paying attention to the world again I tipped my throat back in a big dramatic swallow. It was a little trick Heather had taught me. And judging from our compared notes, it was a good one.

"That was— You are," Davin mumbled.

I laid my head on his thigh. Smooth and bare, it was surprisingly warm against my cheek. His cock—softened but still thick—had a little bubble of cum at the tip. I grabbed it, so I could give a lazy cleanup lick. There was a lot of heft to it still, more than I was used to from a flaccid dick.

"I didn't know you were," Davin tried again. But he still seemed to be struggling with multisyllables.

"Such a slut?"

"No! Of course not," he said quickly.

"Filthy?"

"No! Well, yeah, but,"

I giggled.

"I was going to say, I didn't know you were into me."

I massaged Davin's cock some more, smushing it around with my palm. His balls, too. They were a lot nicer shaved. "I guess I had a little crush. Is that okay?"

"I'd be an ...