Chapter 6 Glorious cock

"That's it, little flame," Shark lets out.

His hips twitch. His hooded, blue eyes track every fluid movement of my tongue over his slack.

My mouth closes over the wet map, just above his cock. I feel it throb through his fly.

I suck the fabric into my mouth, so slowly, my teeth graze over his dick.

The buck he gives tells me he feels it straight down to his bloodstream.

His chest expands from how deeply he breathes. He bites his lower lip into his mouth. He must have drawn blood from how hard he bites his lip, like he has beef with it.

But I know better. He's trying to keep his control.

Only, I want him to lose it. Tonight is the only time I'm allowing myself to indulge in immorality.

After tonight, I will go back to living my boring life.

Boring?

My life has never felt boring before. I literally loved it, working, reading, and some vanilla sex with my ex-boyfriend.

But being under the heavy, lustful gaze of this huge man, it feels like I've been missing out on a lot in life.

Shark releases his lip.

His powerful hand comes up to my face. It slides seductively over my cheek, down to my chin, and then my lip.

He rubs his thumb over my sloppy lips, parting them.

I close my eyes at the strong feeling. My pussy sings, soaking. Every touch he renders echoes in my core, boiling the need there to a volcanic high.

"You're such a good girl, little flame. Cleaning up the mess you made on daddy," He says, still rubbing his thumb over my lip. He forces his thumb into my mouth, coaxing me to suck.

I look at him through my lashes, my eyes glassy.

Drool coats the corner of my mouth while I suck his thumb.

Through my bleary eyes, I notice the faint smirk playing at his lips.

He pulls his thumb away and inspects it, the line of drool that shines under the red light.

"You sure know how to use that slutty tongue, little flame," His thick baritone rises over the bass of the music playing. He leans in, his beard brushing over my cheek. I shiver when he whispers in my ear, "Put it around my cock, little flame, let's see how much filth you can wipe."

His big palm closes over mine. The heat of his touch makes me shiver in ways that have nothing to do with the air conditioning in the booth.

He glides my hand over his toned thighs until I reach his fly.

"Open it, baby girl. Don't be shy,"

Like a god, Shark reclines back on the headrest, allowing me to take over.

I swallow hard. Tentatively, I begin to unzip his fly. The metallic sound of the zipper, a telltale sign that I'm about to venture into a world of pleasure I've never known.

I gasp when I pull him out of his pants. The flutter of butterflies in my belly tells me I'm going to lose all rational sense at this moment.

In my palm lies the most glorious cock I've ever seen. Shark's cock definitely gives Liam's a run for his money.

The crown is red, bulbous, and beading with pre-cum. The crystal liquid makes my mouth water.

My body warms, feeling his girth pulse in my palm that's barely covering it.

The two red orbs beneath his length are tight. Swollen. The light brown hair of his groin is relaxed and warm.

"Surprised to see it's so huge?"

His question drags me away from my thoughts. I steel myself and give him a daring smile.

I want to retort with words, but I would rather do it with my hands.

Holding his eyes, I spit over the length, trying to put into practice all I've read in books...and seen in X-rated movies.

"Fuck!" Shark groans. Breathes. Hard.

The drool splatters over his tip, almost sliding down my knuckle.

Breath hitching from the vibrations going off in my core, I catch the liquid and spread it around his girth, like jam to bread. I let it sink into his skin, nice and slow.

And then I start to tug, giving him a hand job.

I look at him, cataloging every twitch, every grimace of pleasure, every snap of his control.

He squirms. I rub harder.

His tip oozes his filth, and I long to taste it. Feel it bloom in my tongue.

"Fuck, crap!" He roars amid the music when he feels my mouth close over him.

The sweet, salty taste of his precum spread over my mouth. It goads me, making my pussy clench in the air.

Shark shudders, and the movement sends his thick cock deeper into my mouth.

That's all it takes for him to own my mouth.

"Oh, good, little flame. So wet and warm," He chants, one hand coming over to rub my jaw, as if trying to soothe whatever ache being inside my mouth spurs. "My cock in your mouth is the best tango ever, little flame." He says.

I blink past the haze of

I begin to bob my head, stroking him with my tongue. It wraps and spans along his girth.

Shark growls, deep and sultry.

He sneaks his hand on my jaw to the nape of my neck, and he holds the strands of hair.

That gives him the purchase he needs to control the pace.

To control me.

To fuck my mouth like it's his territory.

I gag. Drooling all over the corner of my mouth.

I was foolish to think I could own this moment with someone like him. The need rises in me once or twice, but he effortlessly crushes it.

I become pliant as he thrusts in and pulls out.

My mouth floods with his essence and my saliva.

I down it all, a bit greedily than I thought capable.

Wet, lewd sounds echo with each in and out thrust of his large cock in my mouth.

My pussy gets off over the air pressure going through it.

My eyes bulge, nearly pulling from the socket when Shark thrust his tip over the soft flesh at the back of my throat.

The sudden contact makes him groan as I gag.

"Fuck. Tell me, little flame, are you ready to wipe off the filth with your tongue?" He asks, striking over the edge of my throat.

I moan around his cock. I place my hands on his thighs for support. My head moves in tow with the wordless command of his cock.

"The way you eagerly move that head to meet my thrusts, fucking shows you're ready,"

He swats my breast. Fondles and then, without forewarning, he explodes around me.

My mouth floods with his seed. I moan, eyes clog with tears.

He doesn't pull away until every last drop of his seed fills my mouth.

As the cock slides out of my mouth, Shark pulls me up and crashes his mouth on mine. No warning. No coaxing. Just owning.

The kiss is hot, wild.

I've never had such an intense kiss. I peer into his drowning blue eyes, wondering why everything with him is different.

As we stare at each other, lost, Shark brings his hand up to remove my cat-mask, but that's where I draw the line.

He can't see me.

Sharply, I swat his hand away. I jump faster to my feet than I realize and bolt away from the booth.

I can't let him see my face.

TBC.