The Boy Next Door

Chapter Seven (Re-post)

The Boy Next Door-

This is a re-post of chapter seven. Some of you have said you weren't able to read the original, so here you go.

Seven:

“Give me your mouth, little cat.” His voice, Samara shuddered. The gravelly, grating quality of it washed over her senses sensually, barely registering in her desire hazed mind as the head of his d!ck pressed demandingly at the seam of her lips. And there was definitely a lot of him.

 He was huge. Her fingers didn't even meet where they wrapped around the base of the silk covered, iron hard column. A growling groan tore free of his chest when she parted her lips just enough to swipe her tongue across the slit centered at the head of his c0ck. “Suck me, Samara. Now.”

Did he realize how many times she'd fantasized of doing just that? Hesitantly her lips parted and his hips arched, thrusting the throbbing shaft past her lips as though he were too impatient to wait. Instantly Colton's unique, male taste exploded on her palate.  He tasted too good, how would she ever be able to control this hunger for him when he tasted so good?

Colton hissed, tensing as he tugged erotically at the strands of her hair when her lips closed over his shaft, suckling him as far into her mouth as she could.  An almost ravenous hunger consumed her when the tip of his erection wept a second droplet of creamy pre-come onto her tongue.  A hungry moan vibrated from the back of her throat but Colton's reaction to the vibration of the sound along his flesh startled her.

His lips pulled back from his teeth in a silent snarl, his hips thrust his d!ck nearly to the back of her throat and she felt... powerful. She felt more alive than she ever had with the knowledge that she was the one making him react so violently. He enjoyed her touch so much that he couldn't control his reaction to her-she loved it. Much more than she thought she should.

His rhythm was slow as he thrust his erecti0n past her lips, growling every time her tongue swiped across the sensitive underside of the head. Her lips tightened on his flesh like a favored treat every time he pulled nearly free of her mouth, ignoring his harsh chuckle when her hands struggled to wrap around the base in a futile attempt to get him to give her what she wanted. 

“Baby, I'm not gonna last long. Unless you want me coming down your throat then I suggest you move.” By the fingers tangled in her hair he held her head still as he thrust his d!ck into her mouth. Back and forth, thrusting the shaft farther and farther in each time until her eyes watered from the strain it took to take him. 

But she wasn't complaining. She'd never thought she would enjoy this as much as she was, but watching Colton's expression, the way his lips thinned pulling back from his teeth in a snarl every time she was able to run her tongue across the slit of his d!ck, the way his entire expression seemed to tighten as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. It was enough to have a hot wash of cream pooling between her thighs every time he groaned her name, her clit throbbing almost in time with the throbbing of the thrusting flesh in her mouth.

“Samara,” he gasped, growling out her name through clenched teeth when, feeling emboldened by his reaction to her touch, her hand slid lower to the tight sacs beneath his d!ck. If possible he hardened even more on her tongue, swelled, and pulsed more of that creamy pre-come onto her palate. The slow shallow pace he'd set with his thrusts seemed to no longer satisfy his needs any longer, relentlessly holding her head still against the onslaught of his suddenly much harder, deeper thrusts past her lips.