Free TheSmallPrint by Barbara Elsborg

tongue up his cock to the blood-dark crest.
    His legs were like stone pillars, every muscle locked tight. A pearly bead of pre-cum gathered at his cock head, grew too large to keep its shape and started to slide. Matty caught it with her tongue and slurped it into her mouth. Oh sweet . She curled her tongue over her lips.
    “Oh God,” Turner grunted.
    Touch me. She beamed the thought to him but his hands remained by his sides, fists locked tight.
    While she nuzzled his cock with her nose and lips, Matty stroked the back of his thighs, fluttering her fingers up to run them under the curves at the base of his butt, before sweeping them down to the back of his knees. When his legs trembled, she smiled. With the next journey north, she let one hand settle around the base of his cock and used the other to cup his swollen balls. Matty was barely able to wrap her fingers around him.
    Touch me. Please.
    But he didn’t. Matty opened her mouth and drew the fat head of his shaft between her lips. Turner’s thighs gave a violent quiver and he moaned. She used her shielded teeth to pull his foreskin back over the head before she sucked hard. Turner gasped as she pressed her mouth around him.
    “That feels— Oh God.”
    Matty licked down his length, tracing the swollen veins to his heavy sac. She’d found something she loved doing, and the fact he hadn’t yanked her away and snarled meant he loved it too—didn’t it?
    Turner’s breathy groans made her chest tighten and orgasm simmered inside her. His hand moved over hers where she cupped his balls and he wrapped her fingers more firmly around the base of his cock.
    “Hold me tight, right there,” he whispered.
    Matty squeezed her fist around him while she skimmed her lips up and down his shaft, alternately licking, sucking and blowing. Only when she ran her tongue along the curved ridge under the crown did Turner’s hands do what she wanted. Fingers stroked and then threaded her hair, and a palm settled over the back of her head. Matty’s heart swelled with hope, and her clit hardened and throbbed.
    She wrapped her hands around his cock, and while pressing down on his balls with her fist, she pulled the other hand up, folded her mouth around him and then dragged her hand down again.
    “Fuck,” Turner gasped.
    Matty fluttered the tip of her tongue over the slit on his cock head and dipped inside to steal another drop of pre-cum. His fingers dug deeper into her hair. Turner tasted good and felt good. The musky scent of him inflamed her senses and excited every cell. The tops of her thighs were awash with her cream and her nipples had beaded to rub on her sweater. Matty’s chest had tightened so much it hurt when she breathed.
    She opened her mouth wider to envelop more of him, let him surge deeper and contracted the muscles of her throat around his cock before she pulled back. He was hot and sweet, silky and hard, all at the same time. Matty bobbed her head over his crest, concentrating on the top couple of inches, pulling tighter, faster and harder while he gasped louder and louder.
    His fingers tugged at her hair and his hips bucked, pushing his cock deeper. He wants me to take more? Matty wasn’t sure she could cope with much more of him in her mouth. The last thing she wanted to do was gag and ruin the moment, but she took her hands off his cock, wrapped them around his butt and trusted Turner to take charge.
    Matty concentrated on breathing through her nose as Turner held her head and gently fucked her mouth, sliding deeper with every thrust. When the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat he let out a strangled moan. Matty swallowed hard against his shaft and he moaned louder. She was desperate to rub her clit but her palms were glued to Turner’s butt. He moved one hand to her neck and stroked her there with his thumb and Matty realized he was feeling himself move in her throat.
    “Oh God,” he groaned.
    His cock grew in her mouth, went hotter and then his