CHAPTER 1:73 Great Head and Weird Baggage

CHAPTER 1:73 Great Head and Weird Baggage

NNNGHH. I’m trying so damned hard to control it, but I can’t, he’s so fucking sexy I need it like breath. “Please.... ” I’m not this person. It’s never been just anything with me, and I know damn sure it won’t be with him if this happens either, but I don’t know how to handle that.

Guiding those fingers of pure magic between my thighs, I silently beg, rocking into the touch I didn’t know I could need, like this.

“Fuck, how are you this wet?” The golden eyed man moans, diving that huge, hot and consuming mouth of his back on mine.

I can’t say if he was lying or if I’m just this desperate, but that tongue of his is every bit as branding as his fingers.

All I can do is whine and grind until he slips one inside me and the position or the situation, I don’t know..... all I can do is crash, gasping in the instant orgasm.

“Fuck,” his growl is on my neck with his other hand pulling my hair back as his brown sugar eyes settle between our bodies, and he slips another finger in, and I’m sightless.

A breathless, shaking mess with the second orgasm ripping through me in what feels like seconds. The stretch is so agonizingly delicious. My face falls into that mysterious amber scent as I ride his hand, sucking and biting his ear, arching through the next spiral.

Three is generally my limit and I do go back to back when I can get the right position for it, but it’s never been this fast, or intense. I fall in a heap on his chest, never having made the muted and strained sounds as I try to reel some assemblance of sanity, if not consideration, back in.

The creature of carnal mastery continues to push a little too long after I ride it out, and I wince a bit. “Woman, you’re going to fucking kill me.” It’s the manliest groany whine I’ve ever heard breathed on my neck.

I whimper a bit at the loss of his touch when his hands move to my thighs and his head knocks back into the plushy cushions.

I can’t get over how truly exotic he is. His dark hair, slanted eyes, sultry lips. Everything about him is as contrasting as it is fitting. I’ll never get used to this city and the pretty people that pop up in it.

Everything about him is familiar and different, and it’s like we’ve done this a thousand times.

I know that this is all my brain, my wanton fantasies running away with me. Know that it’s just a moment and the other foot will fall. I just can’t let it go yet.

With the brush of my hips, still straddling him, I feel his dick at the line of his waistband. He’s still so hard it’s pulsing, and I don’t let myself think about what I’m doing next.

Sinking to my knees on the floor in front of him, and unleashing the large member, I dip to take just the tip with a scrape of my teeth and swirl of my tongue.

With the twist of my palm opposing my head, I slide myself down on the thick length, already getting that hit of salty and somehow sweet cream caramel taste of his pre-cum.

I make sure my palm is nice and wet, feeling the leap of his cock and flex of his abs in the hiss he makes when I repeat the action. I can’t deep throat very well, so I had to get creative.

While I’ve never had one quite as big as this, I’m so worked up and don’t need the stimulation in the back of my throat for the excessive thick spit that shines the pulsing thing in my hand.

I took lessons on head from a gay man, and have never once regretted it.

With a curl of my tongue, and cup of his sack, his fingers are trying to pull me back, and I push in deeper to feel the hot spurts of his cum, and quickly swallow letting him ride it out.

“The fuck was that?” I full on smile at his amazed features.

“I said I was bad at sex, not head.” I giggle a bit, still in the soft aftermath, not quite letting anything else but how amazing it felt sink in yet.

He has no issue kissing me after the fact. Most guys are grossed out by the concept, but this sexy feline of a man plants that large mouth on me with the same scalding intensity as before, taking me to the bathroom to clean up.

“Next time, I’ll be returning the favor,” the honest to flipping cow genie muses with little nips and sucks that have my legs wrapping around him again.

I feel like a teenager, and can’t help just look at him under the bright lights of the bathroom. He’s already hard again, his eyes and hands raking over me. I don’t know when or how, but I’m more than aware of the fact I lost my underwear in the transition.

His large palms are pushing up the material of my dress and fuck I want it all over again. My hands sink into his hair when he teeths my nipple through the padded bra and lace dress, and my knees lift over his elbows on either side of him to pull him closer.

I have no idea how I’m ready for more, and decide he must be pure magic. Not a witch like Nicky, but a genie who grants wishes.

Wishes I didn’t even know how to ask for, pulling his lips back to mine and wiggling against him.

The grind of his hips, moan and push of his tongue to the back of my throat has me all but begging for it. One hand cups the back of my neck while the other brushes my still shuddering sex, as he opens his pants again.

I feel the thick tip, and moan out. Hands bracing my weight as I lean back and let him get us in position. It’s not until he pushes and lifts the layers of my dress that I hesitate.

That I see the damage and realize how well lit this bathroom is.

My heart leaps and breaks, pulling my knees and the dark material back down. He’s breathless, but I see the instant snap of him with me. Concern clear in his young and flawless toffee skin.

“What just happened, baby?” There is no anger, no backlash, no impatience. It’s calm and reassuring as those magic hands working on my shoulders again.

“I can’t get...I’m...... no naked....” I screw my eyes shut, shivering at my own appearance when I think of it next to his.

Maybe I’m still more drunk than I think I am because the next words out of my mouth could not be more childish. “I want to be brave like Dracula, but I’m broken, Jinn. Just.... just broken.”

“We can do this next time, if you really want to.” He reassures, kissing my forehead.

“Next time, but what if Dracula doesn’t pay you for it?” It feels like a stupid and harsh question. So ridiculous.

“Sweetie, I’m not taking payment for this. I’m here because I want to be.” My face is tucked into his big hands. “How could I not want to see you again?” He chuckles lightheartedly.

“Especially after that performance.” The way that his honey eyes rake my body, brings back the nerves. If we don’t stop this now we’ll be going again and as much as I want to..........

“I’m self-conscious. I don’t get naked. It’s.... uncomfortable. Even in long-term relationships.” I admit, looking at his chest and pulling my arms around myself.

I know that I’m healthy, and it has nothing to do with my not being a size zero. It’s all the questions that come with what’s under my clothes. Even in the dark..... the damage is still permanent.

“You can’t be self-conscious about your figure.” A line I’ve heard.

“I just.... I have bad skin.” I decide on the half-truth, which he knows is absolute BS.

“I’m not going to push you, sweetheart. However, you’re comfortable works for me. No point in any of this if it’s not as good for you as it is for me.” He tilts my chin up, kissing my neck and cheeks.

“Well, I want to see you again. I’m just not sure where or how this is going to go.” I lick my lips. “I really don’t understand and have always been the all or nothing kind...... You shouldn’t change anything or.. not.... I mean... I don’t really have much to offer, other than great head and weird baggage.”

“I’ve got no shortage of weirdness, either.” The genie chuckles, and as messed up as it is, I’m going to take a page out of Dracula’s book. I’m going to be brave. Put it all out there, for real, with him. Even if it turns bad, or he doesn’t accept it, I just.......

“I’m engaged to Dracula or might be or.... He says he wants to marry me and for me to have a mister, like a mistress, but guy or girl or…..” I lick my lips, stopping the rant before it gets too out of control.

“So whatever does or doesn’t happen, he kind of has to be included, and.... I’m not.. I’m not...” I try, but just can’t explain it.