Sarah's hand wrapped around my cock, her fingers soft and smooth as they closed in a gentle grip. The touch was electric, sending a warm shiver up my spine that made my breath hitch.
She started slow, just holding me at first, letting me feel the warmth of her palm against the throbbing shaft. Her thumb brushed lightly over the head, spreading the pre-cum that had already leaked out, making everything slick and sensitive. I leaned back against the couch, eyes half-closing as the sensation built, her hand moving in steady, deliberate strokes that had me gripping the cushions.
"Do you like it?" she whispered, voice low and teasing. Her free hand rested on my thigh, fingers tracing small circles that sent tingles through my leg.
"Yeah..." I managed, my head falling back against the cushion. The words came out rough, almost a groan. It felt too good—her touch was perfect, soft yet firm, knowing exactly how to squeeze and twist just right. Every slide of her hand made my hips twitch involuntarily, chasing more of that friction. The way her fingers glided over the shaft, up to the swollen head and back down, had me losing control already.
Sarah smiled at my reaction, her eyes lighting up with a mix of satisfaction and something softer. Her hand sped up a little, strokes becoming smoother with the pre-cum coating everything. I bucked my hips up into her touch, unable to stop myself, the pleasure building slowly. She laughed softly, the sound light and knowing, as if she enjoyed seeing me come undone under her fingers.
Then, without warning, she leaned down. Her hair fell forward, brushing my thigh as her face got closer. I felt her breath hot against the head of my cock first,a puff that made me throb harder. She looked up at me one last time, eyes sparkling with mischief, before parting her lips and taking me into her mouth.
The warmth was overwhelming. Her small mouth wrapped around the head, soft and wet, tongue flicking lightly over the slit to taste the pre-cum. She sucked gently at first, cheeks hollowing as she drew me in deeper, inch by inch.
I groaned low, hands clenching into fists at my sides. Her lips stretched around my thickness, sliding down slowly until she had half of me inside, the heat of her mouth enveloping me completely. She bobbed her head, tongue swirling along the underside, tracing the sensitive veins with every up and down.
It was her first time, she'd said, but it didn't feel like it. Her movements were hesitant at first but she quickly found a rhythm, sucking harder as she went. Saliva coated my shaft, dripping down to my balls, making everything slick and messy.
The wet sounds filled the quiet council room with slurping, soft moans from her as she worked me deeper into her throat. Her free hand wrapped around the base, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach, fingers twisting lightly to add more pressure.
I bucked again, hips lifting off the couch to push deeper into her mouth. She gagged a little the first time, eyes watering, but she didn't stop. Instead, she looked up at me, tears glistening, and took me even further, her throat tightening around the head. The sensation was intense—hot, tight, the way her tongue pressed flat against me with every bob. My balls tightened, the pleasure coiling low and fast, building toward the edge.
"Sarah... I'm close..." I warned, voice rough, one hand tangling gently in her hair. She didn't pull away. If anything, she sucked harder, cheeks hollowing deeper, hand pumping faster at the base. Her breasts bounced slightly with the motion, nipples stiff against her blouse, the fabric shifting as she moved.
I couldn't hold back. With a low groan, I came hard, hips jerking as thick ropes of cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed the first few spurts, throat working around me, but it was too much. Some leaked from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin in sticky white trails. She pulled back slightly, letting the last pulses land on her tongue and face—hot splatters across her cheeks and lips, one stray drop hitting her chin and sliding down her neck toward her cleavage.
She sat back on her heels, breathing heavy, face flushed and messy with my cum. A small string clung to her lower lip, glistening in the light. She licked it away slowly, eyes meeting mine with a satisfied, almost proud smile.
"Whoah...! That was a lot," Sarah said, leaning back against the edge of the coffee table. She wiped her face slowly with a handkerchief, dabbing at the sticky white streaks that still clung to her cheeks and chin. Her lips were swollen and glossy, a faint sheen of my cum still on the corner of her mouth. She licked it away absentmindedly, tongue flicking out in a small, innocent motion that made my spent cock twitch one last time.
"Do guys really cum this much?" she asked, voice soft and curious, almost awed. Her eyes flicked down to my softening cock, still slick and heavy between my legs, then back up to my face. A small, shy smile tugged at her lips.
I didn't know whether to feel proud of her comment or more embarrassed. My face burned hot, pulse still racing from the release.
"Well... I don't know about others," I mumbled, looking away for a second.
"But I guess I do." We both silenced for a second.
"...haha..." We both laughed at the same time, the sound light and unexpected, filling the quiet council room for a brief moment. It felt strange after everything that had happened. For those few seconds, I forgot the rooftop, forgot Mike, forgot the betrayal still stinging in my chest. It was just the two of us, laughing like nothing was broken.
To be continued…
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