Chapter 228

• I worked my mouth down his cock and dropped my hand to his thigh, letting him guide himself over my tongue. He rocked, sliding his cock forward and back, stroking himself in the warm smoothness of my mouth. I rocked too, wanting to take him deeper, to push his arousal higher, and stroked his balls, noticing they were tightening already.
• "God, Chrissy," he whispered. "You're fantastic, sweetheart. I love your mouth."
• He held my head in his hands lightly and together we moved, his cock sliding further and further into my mouth, making my lips flare wide as his thickness stretched them. Gradually his pace quickened and his breathing grew heavy. I cupped his tight balls in my palm and pushed forward more, fighting my gag reflex as the tip of his cock reached the back of my mouth.