*Characters are in their 20s and 30s*
I fucking hate him.
My jaw is sore, my eyes are watering, and all I really want to do is take a super deep breath and swallow with my lips closed. Instead I'm laying on Jagoff's admittedly comfy couch with my head on his lap and my mouth stretched wide around his semi-hard dick, trying not to graze him with my teeth. We're entering either the 8 hour mark or the 8 minute mark (who the fuck can even tell time anymore) of me trying to keep this stupid-fucking cock in my stupid-fucking mouth without actually sucking or licking or doing any stupid-fucking thing at all.
"You'll love it," said Douchebag. "It'll make me feel so good, and I know making me feel good makes you feel good, baby."
Of course, he said this right after giving me my first ever, non self-induced orgasm. He threaded the fingers of one hand through my hair and held me so gently, grazing his thumb across my cheek. Then, he sucked my cum off the index and middle fingers of his other hand before sliding them in my mouth and pressing down on my tongue. Fuck. I tasted good on his fingers. And I felt so languid, and boneless, and floaty. And Dickface didn't look like a dickface then. He looked like a fallen angel, with those intense brown eyes, and those full eyebrows, and that cut jawline. God, I would've done anything he asked me to right then.
So, I agreed to hold his cock in my mouth. I mean, he didn't even ask for a blowjob. It was just, "Please pretty girl, I wanna watch a movie and play with your hair while you keep my dick warm." Sounds easy right? Like, I wouldn't even really have to do any work. AND I would get my hair played with? I fucking love when a guy plays with my hair.
"Sure, that could be fun." I said it shyly. The air around us felt heavy. I found it hard to look directly into Fucknugget's eyes. But I smiled, and bit my lip, and nodded. "I've never done that before, though. You might have to tell me what to do."
"Of course, sweetheart." Jerkface had the self-satisfied smirk of a guy about to get exactly what he wanted. "Thank you angel. You are makin' my whole week right now." Bastard kissed me hard and deep, then he levered himself off my body and slid off his joggers and underwear. He lifted my head off the couch and settled me back down on his lap facing his abs. They were really nice abs, too. The hard muscle of a man who spent time at the gym, with just that bit of overlaying softness to show that he didn't eat chicken, broccoli and brown rice for every meal.
You know what else was nice? His dick. He'd gotten hard getting me off, and his dick was thick and long. Nothing intimidating, not twelve inches as thick as a coke can that would break a girl's jaw and pussy. Just a really decent, more than a mouthful.