Page 111 of Dirty

The tip of my finger circled my swollen nub at a rapid pace while I slowly sucked his cock, using caution not to wake him.

Tension built within me, and I realized I was on the verge of climax. With my mouth buried on his shaft, I paused and rubbed myself with three fingers violently.

Refraining from waking him up while his cock was in my throat was an incredible sensation. Reaching climax without waking him was even better.

My muscles tensed. I shoved two fingers deep inside and grinded my palm against my clit.

The orgasm seemed to last forever. Keeping it hidden from him wasn’t easy at all. When it finally subsided, I slid my fingers out of my wet pussy and rubbed my tender clit until no more aftershocks came.

Satisfied for the time being, I began to suck him slowly and completely. Feeling him deep in my throat was satisfying in itself. A difficult sensation to explain, having him in my mouth made me feel as if I was in control, gave me a tremendous sense of accomplishment, and somehow allowed me to feel slightly vulnerable at the same time.

He twisted back and forth “What…”

Lost in the satisfaction of having his big dick in my mouth, I didn’t realize what I was doing was waking him.

I stopped and held still.

Eventually, he went back to sleep.

So, I started sucking again.

I slid my mouth up and down his thick shaft, pressing the tip into my throat with each full stroke. With his entire cock and balls covered in my saliva, I found it fascinating that he continued to sleep.

In no time, I was aroused beyond compare.

I pushed my fingertip past my wet lips, and continued until it was as deep as I could force it.

Then, I added another.

I was soaked. In and out I worked my fingers while I slowly sucked his throbbing dick.

I added another finger.

My fingers were small, but the third drove me wild. I couldn’t take it any longer. I carefully lifted my mouth from his shaft.

I fumbled to straddle him, hoping I could somehow fuck him as he slept. Before I lowered myself onto the tip, he coughed.

“What…what are…Alexandra?”

I steadied myself. “Uh huh?”

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice coarse and dry.

“Loving you,” I said.

“I’m loving you, too. What. What uhhm. What time is it?”

I reached for his cock. “Does it matter?”

“Guess not.”

I guided the tip in, gasping as it penetrated me. After working my hips back and forth for a few seconds, I had enough of him inside of me to pause for a moment.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

He inhaled a deep breath, grasped my shoulders firmly in his hands, and in one swift motion, rolled me onto my back.

“Adam,” I gasped. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”