Wicked Lessons

by Siggy Shade

I raise my hips off the throne, and she takes the cue to pull my leather jeans down my thighs. They drop to the floor, but I let them remain puddled at my feet. “The first lesson in fellatio is the build up,” I say in the voice I reserve for teaching. She meets my eyes for a moment before dropping her gaze down to my cock. It stiffens under her attention. “Run a trail up to my balls with your tongue.” She licks my inner thigh from my knees with a slow, measured slide that makes my breath quicken. As she reaches my balls, my lungs stall. Her fingers curl into my thighs, and she pushes them apart before placing a kiss on my right testicle. Pleasure coils in my gut, and I stifle a groan. Phoenix replaces her tongue with her fingertips and rubs gentle circles over my inner thighs that spread sensations across my nerves. Any tension I’ve been holding melts under her touch. My body has never been so sensitive. Her hot, wet tongue runs slow circles over my balls, and licks them like she’s savoring the taste. The little drop of precum doubles in size before rolling down my shaft. The anticipation is agonizing. I want to grab her by the hair and fuck the back of her throat until I explode in a blaze of glory, but I want to savor Phoenix a little longer before I get rough. “Good girl,” I murmur, making her breathe faster. “Now, run that pretty tongue up and down my shaft.” She obeys, and traces each prominent vein, then circles the thick ridge of my cock head with delicate strokes. ...