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I wrap my palm around him. He can't even fit in my palm.
"You are so fucking huge." I tell him.
"And you are killing me here Mimosa."
I move my palm up and down on his shaft. My mouth comes down on the tip and I take a long noisy slurp.
"Fuck Mimosa."
He starts to thrust his pelvis forward. I push him down with my other hand.
"Calm down, good things come to those who wait."
Was all i say before capturing the tip in my mouth, I start bobbing my head up and down his shaft. He hisses in pleasure, encouraging me to continue.
I take off my hand and start to move my mouth up and down on him without hands, and I take a long wet slurp on him. His moans mix with the ones from the movie, it was like we were in sync with the moans.
"Keep going Mimosa."
He pushed my head down, holding it in place while I sucked on him hard. His hisses were the signs that told me he was enjoying it. When I can't breathe anymore I start to move my head again, bobbing it up and down, licking the sides like you would when your ice cream was dripping down your arm.
"Just like that." He whispered. He sounded like he was straining himself.
I move my hand to his balls, holding them in place as I continue to suck on him.
"I'm about to cum Mimosa."
That gave me the encouragement I needed, I rubbed on his balls, played with them while sucking on him like my life depended on it.
"I'm cumming."
He didn't give me the warning in due time, he had already started shooting out his seed into my mouth while he came.
I swallow harshly.
"You are something else." He breathed.
I only flash him a cheeky smile.
"Come up here." He called to me. I wordlessly crawl up to him and lay beside him. He shifted me closer to himself. He was still breathing hard.
"Where did you learn to move your mouth like that?"
I giggle softly.
"Most of it was just experimenting with you."
He gave a surprised look.
"You're kidding."
"Nope, I was experimenting, checking what felt the most natural, what worked on you, what didn't. And I think I'm getting the hang of it."
"Well it didn't feel like you didn't know what you were doing, if anything you seemed like an expert."
I felt proud of myself. Yes it is something to be proud of, if it wasn't. Try it. Can't? Thought so.
"Did you have any recent boyfriends?" He asked randomly.
"What do you consider recent?"
"Whoever was the last. Is pretty recent."
"Yeah I did. We dated for eight months."
"You keep relationships."
I want to ask him how long he's lasted, but I think I would get jealous of them. They had something I want.
"I wish I didn't keep him."
"Was a jerk?"
I chuckle dryly.
"The absolute worst."
"I sense a story, want to tell me?"
It was a long time ago, I had healed better than I was three months after everything happened. Granted I was skeptical of men, didn't get into relationships after him, but I could tell the story now without hating myself for hitting on him first, or falling in love with him, or staying and making excuses for him. At least years later, I know it's not my fault.
So I tell him, I want to know his genuine reaction to everything so I look at his face and give him the details, I don't flinch or look away in embarrassment, I want him to know me. For me.
His jaw clenched any time I mention the beating, but I don't stop, he doesn't stop me either. He looks angry, and I know why, everyone I told this story, they did get angry. It was completely understandable.
"His name is Greg?"
"Yeah, Greg Winchester."
"Can I do whatever I want to do to him?"
"Why? Are you Massimo?"
He smiled slightly.
"I might be."
I mulled it over for a few minutes. I did always wish ill on him. I wished something so bad would happen to him because he walked away from everything unscathed. He was probably out there terrorizing other innocent reckless girls.
"You can do anything to him? Anything at all?"
"Anything."
"As long as you don't kill him. Just make sure he gets what he deserves and it's legal, that way it doesn't come back to you."
He smiled, not as brightly as he used to but he smiled. I miss his bright smile.
"I'm sorry you went through all of that. I'm sorry nobody helped you. But I'm here now, the likes of him will never come close to you ever."
He kissed the top of my head, making me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
"Was he the reason you ran away from me? You thought I was another Greg?" He says it like he is in pain.
"Nope, mostly because I haven't felt this kind of thing with anyone before, not even Greg, so it was scary at first. But yes he did make me skeptical of every man that approached me."
He hugged me tight. I smile, I can't even hide how happy he made me. I loved being wrapped in his arms, I felt protected, I was getting care and attention, and not only when I was a perfect doll.
"I could stay like this forever." He says into my hair.
"With your pants down and your Weiner out?"
"My weiner?" He bellowed.
I blush into his chest.
"What should I have called it then?"
"I don't know maybe penis? Weiners are children penises."
It was my turn to laugh.
"I think all penises are weiners."
He laughed some more.
"No penis, no opinion."
We laugh together in his beautiful movie room, 365 days playing in the background, his pants down, his Weiner out and us cuddling.
This was the life I signed up for.
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