Chapter 12

Despite her stubborn glares, Sinead took Marc’s challenge and applied herself fully.

She sucked and slurped. She used every part of her tongue. She gagged, drooled and slobbered. She kissed and nibbled. She even took his cock out of her mouth and stroked it quickly, playing with his foreskin and then slapping his cock on her cheeks.

It was all good, but the thing that elevated it were those eyes. Sinead’s eyes were much like Felicity’s in that Marc could fall into them and felt like he was reading her mind, and she was reading his.

Sinead and Marc didn’t trade any more words. They communicated in grunts, groans and moans. He ran his fingers through her hair. She massaged his balls lightly. She took him deeper, stretching her lips lower onto his cock and gagging as she reached her limit.

Finally, when his crotch and her face were a mess of her spittle and her face was flushed enough that her freckles almost disappeared, Marc groaned. “I’m getting close, Detective.”

Suddenly Sinead swapped from worshipping to being on the hunt. She could feel his cock swelling that little bit more as his orgasm approached. Could feel his big, full balls starting to tighten, getting ready to fire off their loads. She took him deep into her mouth again, loosing a loud slurping as she jerked the last couple of inches of his cock with her hand roughly.

“Fuuuck, Sinead,” Marc groaned, his fingers running through her hair and on the side of her head and softly holding on.

Dingalingalingalingaling.

The egg timer went off in the kitchen.

Marc could see Sinead hear it, process it, and ignore it. She rotated her head a little, jamming the head of his cock into the back corner of her cheek, and bobbed ferociously as she fucked her face on his cock. He groaned and released.

Sinead moaned deep in her chest as she started gulping down each rope of cum as he jetted it across her tongue. She slurped it down as fast as he could pump it out, and Marc threw his head back and groaned to the ceiling as he emptied his balls and felt that warm ache travel up from his legs to his chest.

As Sinead sucked the last strand out of him she popped off of his cock, panting hard. Marc, despite his body feeling emptied, slid down from his chair next to her. “Veux tu que je fasse jouir petite rebelle?”

Sinead look up at him in cloudy confusion.

“Do you want me to get you there?” He asked her again breathlessly.

She nodded, not able to form the words.

“Ready,” he ordered her. She adjusted her position, leaning forward and putting her hands on the floor between her knees, though she didn’t raise her face and stick out her tongue like she was supposed to. He would forgive that considering how hard she was panting.

Marc slid a hand down from her lower back to under her ass, finding her hot pussy blindly and immediately starting to rub his fingers over her lips firmly. She was wet and groaned when he started to work her hard and fast.