Her tongue circled the tip again, slower this ti, like she was trying to figure out how I tasted. Her eyes stayed locked on mine the whole ti, and there was sothing almost worshipful in the way she looked up at from down there.
"That’s it," I said, my hand finding the back of her head and threading through her hair. "Keep going."
She opened her mouth wider and took in, just the head at first, her lips stretching around . Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, and I felt her shudder, felt the vibration of a low moan she didn’t even bother holding back anymore.
But it wasn’t just about .
Even as she worked her mouth along , her right hand drifted down her own body, fingers trailing over her stomach and slipping beneath the waistband of her soaked thong. I watched her touch herself, watched her middle finger slide between her slick folds.
She was really getting into it...
"Nnnh... so good..." she whimpered around , her finger circling her clit in small, frantic movents.
"Fuck, Faye."
My praise made her cheeks flush even deeper. She pulled back slowly, dragging her lips along until only the tip remained between them, then pushed forward again, taking a little more this ti. Her free hand kept pumping what her mouth couldn’t reach, her grip slick with her own saliva, while her other hand kept working between her thighs.
I watched her play with herself while she sucked , watched her fingers slide in and out, and there was sothing undeniably dirty about seeing her like this, on her knees, still wearing that white sh bra and nothing else, her thong pushed to the side now, her own fingers buried inside her.
I don’t even think she was ever like this in the novel. This is a side of her that I cultivated.
To be honest, that alone was enough to give an unhealthy amount of confidence and fear. This body really is powerful.
Wait... no.
...No, this body, along with my personality, is this powerful.
I should stop complinting the original Cassian. Right now, this was my own effort. And I should complint myself for it, not the previous owner.
"How does it taste?" I asked.
She pulled off just enough to answer, her lips still brushing against . "Mmm... s-so good," she breathed out, even as her fingers curled inside herself, making her gasp. "I didn’t think I’d like it this much... I want more..."
Her words dissolved into another moan as she took back in, deeper this ti, and I felt the tip hit the back of her throat. She gagged softly, a wet, choked sound, and her eyes started to water. But her fingers never stopped moving, pumping in and out of her in rhythm with her mouth.
Even when she gagged, even when tears spilled down her cheeks, she kept touching herself, her hips rolling faintly against her own hand.
"Ahhn... I can’t stop..." she whimpered when she finally pulled off, gasping for air. A string of saliva still connected her bottom lip to , and she wiped it away with the back of her hand, looking up at with those glassy eyes.
Her fingers slipped out of herself, glistening and wet, and she brought them to her lips almost without thinking, tasting herself.
"S-Sorry... I just wanted it so badly..."
"You’re doing perfect," I cut her off. "Don’t apologize. Keep touching yourself. And open your mouth again."
She obeyed instantly, her fingers sliding back between her thighs as her lips parted and her tongue stuck out, waiting.
I guided myself back between her lips, not thrusting, just letting her take what she wanted. And she did. Her mouth descended on with a hungry little moan, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her hand squeezing firmly around the base. Below, her other fingers worked faster, her clit swollen and slick beneath her touch.
"Mmnph... mmnn... give more..."
The sounds she made were almost ridiculous, straight out of the kind of videos I used to watch alone in my room. Wet and greedy and completely unashad. Every ti she ca up for air, there was a new string of saliva, a new glisten on her lips, a new flush spreading across her chest.
"It’s so thick..." she whimpered, her thumbs rubbing little circles over the tip. Her own hips bucked against her hand. "C-Cassian... I don’t know if my mouth can take all of it... but I want to try..."
"Just try."
She looked up at with those desperate eyes, nodded, and then opened her throat.
I felt her struggle, felt the way her muscles resisted before finally giving way, felt the wet heat of her throat closing around . She gagged again, louder this ti, and her nails dug into my thighs to steady herself. But even then, her fingers kept pumping between her legs, rubbing her clit in tight, frantic circles.
"Hnnngg... mmnggh...!"
Tears stread down her face. Saliva dripped from the corners of her stretched lips. Her nose pressed against my pelvis, and she stayed there, trembling and choking, still not pulling away. And beneath it all, I could hear the wet, slick sound of her fingering herself.
"Good girl," I said again, and the words made her moan. "Taking all of like that."
She pulled off slowly, coughing and gasping, a complete ss of tears and spit and need. But her fingers never left her cunt. If anything, she pushed two fingers deeper inside herself, curling them, and let out a broken, desperate whine. Her chest heaved beneath that sheer white bra, her nipples hard and pressing against the sh.
"I-I want to make you cum," she said, her voice hoarse and shaky. "I want to taste all of it... please, Cassian, let drink it..."
"Since you asked so nicely."
She smiled and lowered her mouth back onto . Her wet fingers slid in and out of her soaked cunt as she sucked , her own pleasure building alongside mine.
This ti, she didn’t stop. Her head bobbed up and down, her hand twisting in rhythm with her lips, her tongue swirling around the tip every ti she pulled back. And below, her other hand worked furiously.
The sounds were obscene, wet sucking and gagging, and her muffled moans vibrating against , mixed with the slick, squelching noise of her own fingers buried inside her.
"Nnnnh... mmnn... give it to ..."
"Faster."
She sped up, her breathing ragged through her nose, her eyes watering so much that tears dripped right off her chin.
Below, I saw her body start to tighten. Her fingers curled inside herself, hitting that sweet spot inside, and her thighs began to shake.
"I’m close," I warned her.
She didn’t pull away. If anything, she doubled down, her mouth taking deeper, her throat relaxing, her eyes looking up at with that desperate intensity.
"Mnnn... give it to ... give it all to ~!"
"Cumming, Faye!"
The first pulse hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed automatically, her throat working around . More followed, thick and hot, and she swallowed each ti, not missing a single drop, her eyes fluttering closed as she drank down.
And then she ca too.
Her body convulsed around her own fingers, a muffled scream dying against as her orgasm ripped through her. Her hips bucked wildly, her thighs slamming together around her hand, but she never pulled her mouth off . She swallowed and shuddered and orgasd all at once.
When I finally stopped, she pulled off slowly, and a soft, wet pop echoed through the quiet room. Her hand slipped out from between her legs, glistening and dripping, and she brought it to her mouth almost dazedly, licking herself off her fingers.
Her lips were sared with a mix of saliva and what was left of . She opened her mouth to show , her tongue covered in white, and then she swallowed one last ti and licked her lips clean.
"Did I do okay?" she asked, her voice raw and her cheeks tear-stained and flushed.
"Yeah," I said, pulling her up to her feet. "You did great. Now let’s go for the real thing."
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