Backstage of Lucky guy

I picked him out last week and he knows he’s lucky. He stands there while I sink to my knees, blonde hair falling across my face, and take him into my mouth. My tongue circles the head, then slides down the shaft until my lips meet the base. He watches. I pull back, lips wet, and do it again, slower. The taste of him fills my mouth, heavy and warm. I work him with my hand at the same time, twisting my wrist each time I pull up. When he starts to throb I stop, look up, and smile. Not yet. I still want more.