With a slap, his dick hit his stomach. He stood before me and stroked it, not unlike the last time we did this. His long, slow pulls had me salivating. I watched wide-eyed as it grew bigger with every tug.
“Please,” I begged. “Let me touch you.”
I’d never done this before, but I wouldn’t let that stop me. He crept towards me, his movements graceful and unhurried. And then, there he was, his huge, veiny dick right next to my face.
I flicked out my tongue and tasted the clear drop of precum, ready to fall.
I rubbed my dick through my briefs, getting harder with each stroke.
Slowly, I opened my mouth, silently pleading for him to enter me. He slipped the end in first, and I suckled, tasting the tang of his skin. I placed my hand on his butt and forced him deeper, my mouth stretched wide. I’d never done it before, but I instinctively knew what to do. How hard could it be?
Fucking hard. His fat cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged, my eyes watering, but I refused to pull back.
Taking him as far down as I could, I wrapped my other hand around his base. I still had a good few inches to go, and there was no way it would fit. I jacked him off, all the while sucking him.
I looked at him through tear-soaked eyes, my mouth full of saliva, and watched as he threw his head back, his long hair streaming down his back.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Harv.”
His treasure trail beckoned me. I released his arse and ran my hands through the dark patch of pubic hair.
“No more, Harv.” He backed away, a string of spit keeping us attached. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and bit down on my lip.
Fuck, that was hot.
“Good fucking God. Where did you learn to do that?”
I wriggled out of my briefs, cool air brushing against my sensitive skin. My balls contracted as he touched them.
“Fucking perfect.” He sat back on his heels, his face full of admiration, his eyes hooded. “I want to taste you.”
Before I could say a word, he swallowed my dick, right to the base.
I shouted and gripped the bedclothes tightly. My hips lifted from the bed, forcing myself deeper. He didn’t waver or gag as I had, his nose embedded in my pubes.
His warm mouth engulfed me, his tongue swirling around my dick. He didn’t need his hands and rested them on my thighs, forcing them apart.
I knew I wouldn’t last. How could I when he was doing things to me I’d only ever dreamt about?
“Killian,” I warned. His eyes met mine, his head bobbing up and down, cheeks hollowed. “I’m gonna come.”
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t falter.
Every muscle in my body tensed, my balls tightened, and with a shout, my orgasm ripped through me.
I threw my head back in complete ecstasy and shuddered. “Killian. Oh my God! Fuck, yes.”
With every swallow, more of my spunk shot down his throat. He didn’t stop working every drop from me until I couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Stop, please,” I begged. “No more.”
He released me and licked his lips. He wiped the dribble of cum from his chin and licked it up, a wicked smile on his face.
“Good?”
“What do you think?” I wasn’t sure I remembered my name at that point.
“You look a little flushed. Maybe you need cooling down.”