His scent is stronger here.Itenvelops me—warm, spicy, and masculine, like smoked cinnamon and earth after the rain.Itdraws me in like a moth to flame, making my mouth water and my pussy clench.
Tentatively,Iput out my tongue and lick the droplet from the slit.Itbursts on my taste buds, andIfeel a rush of surprise.It’sspicy-sweet, like cinnamon candy.
But even better than the flavor is the effect that one little taste has on me.Theterrible burning thirst and needI’vebeen feeling for hours now dips a little.Notmuch butIcan feel it–a tiny bit of relief.
I need more.
“Oh,Ilike it!”Isay, looking up at him, eyes wide.“CanI…couldIhave some more?”
“You can have as much as you want,” he growls, his thumb brushing my cheek.“Doyou want me to stroke myself untilIcome for you, or do you want to suck me?”
Heat floods my face, shame warring with craving.
“I want to suck you,”Iwhisper.“If…if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind, baby.Takewhat you need,” he tells me, voice rough with hunger.
I lean down again, heart racing, and swirl my tongue tentatively around the broad head.Salty-sweet precum coats my taste buds–more cinnamon bliss.
I moan softly, lips parting wider to take the head inside.Mymouth stretches around him—he’s so thick, my jaw is already aching, but the taste, the heat, the scent of it makes me hungry for more.
“Fuck…feels so good,”Therongroans, fingers threading gently into my hair.He’snot pushing or pulling–just stroking.“Suckme slow… use that sweet little tongue… just like that, baby.”
I feel a shiver of pleasure run down my spine–he likes it.Helikes whatI’mdoing.
Emboldened,Ilean forward, taking more of him—cheeks hollowing asIsuck.Myhand strokes what won’t fit, twisting at the base.He’sso hot against my tongue, pulsing against my lips.Ihum around him, savoring the flavor as more of the delicious cinnamon-spice precum teases my tongue.
“Gods, yes,” he rumbles.“Lookat you, taking my cock in that sweet little mouth… swirl your tongue under the head—fuck, rightthere.You’rea natural, baby… feels so good.”
His dirty words send heat gushing between my thighs.Isuck harder, hollowing my cheeks, bobbing faster—the sounds of my sucking filling the garden air.Myfree hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently as he taught me, feeling them tighten.
“Fuck, good girl… that’s right, that’s good.”Hestrokes my hair lovingly, thumb tracing my stretched lips.“Gods, you’re so beautiful.Loveto watch you sucking me.”
I moan softly around his cock.Hisprecum is flowing freely now and it’s making me feel so much better, but the thirst is still there–Istill need more.
His groans deepen, his hand tightening in my hair—not forcing, just encouraging.
“Almost there, sweetheart.I’mabout to come.Ifyou don’t want me to shoot my seed down your sweet little throat, you need to pull off now.”
There’s no wayI’mpulling off–Ineed his seed–need itdesperately.Ilean forward, sucking harder, trying to take more of him.
His shaft swells, getting even thicker andIhear him groan.Atlast, with a guttural roar the thick shaft filling my mouth erupts.
“Gods, baby–yes…swallow for me…good girl,” he groans.
Hot, thick spurts flood my mouth—endless pulses of cinnamon spice coating my tongue.Isuck and swallow greedily, throat working, taking as much asIcan.Somedribbles down my chin, butIdon’t stop, moaning as the seed hits my belly like balm.Thecurse’s clawing hunger eases, distress melting into warm satisfaction.Ilove this —love his taste, rich, spicy, perfect–and the feeling of him coming in my mouth.
Finally, he stills, panting.
I suck the last salty/sweet drops from his shaft and pull off, looking up at him.
His eyes glow with pleasure as he strokes my hair.
“Thank you,”Isay.“Ifeelsomuch better now.”
“I’m glad.”Henods.“Didyou get enough, baby?Ordo you need more?”he asks huskily, thumb swiping the last little bit of seed from my chin.
I bite my lower lip, my craving surging anew.