Page 19 of Crown: Phase 4

“What’s not much longer? Be specific.” Danger's hands traveled from her back down to her ass cheeks, squeezing as he planted kisses on the side of her neck.

“Like, as soon as I’m off my period, soon.”

His kisses slowed…then stopped, and he looked her in the eyes. “For real?”

“For real.” Caresha confirmed, nervously. “But first…”

“First what, Ree?”

“I wanna taste you.”

The declaration made the room still. Danger was at a loss for words as he watched her travel down his ripped body, attempting to pull down his boxers. He slightly lifted his hips to assist her. Once they were off, she dropped them to the side of the bed. But then she froze, staring at him. Every inch of Danger’s manhood stood at attention, poking her against the face. The size and length were intimidating.

“What’s the matter? You scared?” He reached down, tangling his fingers in her hair and massaging her scalp.

Caresha nodded, licking her lips. “I never done this before.” She confessed, a hint of worry in her gaze.

“Here you go. Fuck out of here, Ree.”

“I’m serious, but I want to… to you.”

Danger stared down at her, mesmerized.

“Promise me.”

“I promise you I never did this before. I put that on everything I love.”

“I’ll teach you.” He nodded at her reassuringly. “Grab that mu’fucka like you own it, ’cause you do. Then put it in yo’ mouth. Suck on the head first. Take your time with that. Ain’t no rush.”

Grabbing the base of his dick with her right hand, Caresha did just that, sucking on his discolored tip slowly. She moaned on impact; it smelled and tasted just as good as it looked.

“Fuck. Just like that. Now, use your hand to stroke my shit while you suck.” Danger mumbled, tucking his bottom lip into his mouth.

Caresha gave it her all, but the job was basic as hell. He’d had better tricks done to him, no mistake about it. But that’s how Danger knew he truly cared about her; the emotions he felt amplified the sensation of her mouth wrapped around him. He was in heaven. If you asked him, it was the best head he’d ever had, and she had just started.

“Shit, ma. Go a lil lower. Use less teeth.”

Caresha worked up the courage, listening to his deep voice. She took more inches of him in, and as soon as she adjusted, she began sucking him slowly up and down, pausing to lick him, too. The more comfortable she got, the more she took him down her throat with the help of her hand.

With his eyes closed, Danger groaned, still guiding her through it. In just a few minutes, Caresha had caught on, discovering the perfect pace and rhythm that worked for them both. Being her first time, she struggled to take him fully. Danger was too big, and her inexperience showed. Each attempt to deep throat him ended in a gag.

However, she tried other shit to please him. She took her time, exploring what he liked best…what made him moan and grunt her name. Caresha shifted from sucking the base to licking downward, then latching onto his balls. She kissed them softly, massaging each one before tasting them.

“Fuckkk, Ree.”

“Mm, you like that?” Her confidence grew, looking up at him.

“Hell yeah, baby. Pretty ass.”

Her style was uniquely hers. Caresha continued to suck his balls while her hand stroked his thick base. As precum oozed from Danger's head, she rose and took him whole. The rush of courage made her gag once again, nearly overwhelming her. But she pushed through, holding on for his sake.

“You got this, baby. Relax. Breathe through yo’ nose.” Danger coached, his voice a low rumble. “Mmm, shittt. But don’t you fuckin’ stop. Please don’t stop.”

Caresha could tell this in particular felt good to him, so she pushed herself for three more solid deep throats before lifting and resuming her method, sucking him halfway. Each movement was deliberate, her focus on his pleasure guiding her instincts.

“Spit on it. Let that shit out.” Danger encouraged, noticing the way her mouth glistened, a sign she needed relief.

Pulling back, Caresha followed his instructions. And soon after, her head was bobbing up and down rapidly as he held the back of it. They found an even better rhythm—one that had their bodies in sync—and she picked up on what he was putting down, getting sloppier with it.