Date night with a Twist

The apartment door was cracked open, and I let myself in. The room was dimly lit, candles scattered around casting warm, flickering shadows that danced on the walls. Her music was low and sultry in the background, that bluesy rhythm she loved. The scent of weed hung in the air, mixing with vanilla from the candles. She had a knack for setting the mood just right.

I closed the door behind me and spotted her immediately. She was lounging on the couch, wearing this loose dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair was a little messy, her eyes half-lidded and hazy. She looked up at me with that teasing smile of hers, her lips slightly parted, like she’d been waiting for me all night.

“You actually came,” she said, her voice low, almost a purr. She tilted her head, watching me like she already knew the answer.

I didn’t waste time with small talk. “After that email?” I stepped closer, taking her in, feeling the heat of her body even from a few feet away. “How could I stay away?”

Her smile widened, and she shifted on the couch, her dress riding up her thighs, showing off more of her soft skin. She always knew how to drive me crazy. “You liked it, huh?” she asked, her voice playful, but there was that edge of desire underneath.

I leaned down, my hands sliding around her waist as I pulled her up against me. “Liked it?” I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear. “I’ve been thinking about it all day. About you. About that mouth of yours. And how good it feels when you’re on your knees.”

She shivered, her breath hitching, and I knew I had her right where I wanted her. She loved it when I talked to her like that. Her fingers trailed up my chest, tugging at the collar of my shirt. “Then let me show you,” she whispered, her lips close to mine. “Let me show you how much I want it.”

Without another word, she dropped to her knees in front of me, her eyes locked onto mine, a wicked glint in them. She was always like this—eager, but in control. I could see it in her eyes, how much she loved the power she had over me in this moment.

I watched as she worked my belt open, her hands steady and sure. She was fucking good at this, and she knew it. My cock was already hard, straining against my jeans, and when she finally pulled them down, I could see her lick her lips, her eyes dark with hunger.

“Fuck, that’s it,” I groaned, my hand sliding into her hair, gripping it tightly as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip. She was teasing me, dragging it out, making me wait. She liked to play this game, and I had no choice but to let her.

She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, stroking slowly as she took the head into her mouth, sucking gently. I couldn’t help the groan that slipped out, my hips pushing forward slightly. “Don’t tease,” I muttered, my voice rough. “Take it all.”

She looked up at me, her lips stretched around my cock, and I saw that flicker of a smile in her eyes. She loved when I got impatient, and she loved even more when I was right there on the edge. She took me deeper, sliding her mouth down over my length, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged a little, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull back. She never did.

“Good girl,” I growled, my grip tightening in her hair. “Take it all. Show me how much you love Daddy’s cock.”

She did just that, working me with her mouth, taking me deep, then pulling back, only to take me even deeper the next time. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she loved every second of it. I could feel her throat tightening around me, her drool dripping down her chin, and it drove me wild.

The rhythm she set was perfect—relentless, intoxicating. I could feel my control slipping with every stroke, every swirl of her tongue. My hips started to move on their own, thrusting into her mouth, pushing deeper, harder, and she took it all, her eyes locked onto mine, that hunger still there, still burning.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” I said, my voice thick with lust. “Do you want Daddy to come down your throat?”

She moaned around my cock, nodding eagerly, and that was it. I thrust harder, my hand guiding her, holding her in place as I felt that familiar heat coil in my belly, that tightness building. I groaned, thrusting deep, and then I was coming, spilling hot and thick down her throat.

She didn’t miss a beat, swallowing it all, her tongue still working me, milking every last drop. When I finally pulled back, she looked up at me, her lips swollen, slick, a satisfied smile playing on her face as she licked them clean.

“Good girl,” I said again, my breath still heavy. “But we’re not done yet.”

I watched her crawl up onto the bed, positioning herself between my legs, her mouth already closing over me again. She knew how to worship my cock, and I wasn’t going to stop her. I leaned back, picking up my phone, my free hand finding its way into her hair again, guiding her as she worked me over, slowly but surely getting me hard again.

She never stopped. She loved the way I reacted, the way I groaned and clenched my fists when she took me all the way. She was relentless, and I was more than happy to let her do whatever she wanted. She was my good little toy, and she knew exactly how to keep me wanting more.

This was the way I liked it—her mouth around my cock, her lips sucking, her tongue teasing. She didn’t need words; she let her mouth do all the talking. And as I felt myself harden again, ready for round two, I knew tonight was going to be one hell of a long, perfect night