Page 51 of Whisper


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“Matthew. Look at me,” Arsen ordered. “Look at me when I suck your dick.”

The crude words had my eyes flying open just in time to see the width of his tongue swipe over my head. Dark, glittering eyes stared up my body, holding me hostage as he did it again, this time making sure to drag the coolness of his piercing over the tip.

My knees started to shake as I stared wide-eyed at the picture he made.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he groaned, then swallowed me down.

I nearly choked on pleasure, and if he hadn’t wrapped his arms around my hips to anchor me close, I would have slid to the floor.

He didn’t let up. He left absolutely no room for doubt. He sucked and deep-throated my dick like it was the fucking best meal he’d ever have and he’d fight me if I tried to take it away.

All worry and fear I wouldn’t like it flew out the window as my fingers fisted in his hair and I thrust my hips a little closer. He chuckled around my dick, the vibration forcing a stilted moan between my lips.

He settled into a rocking motion. His cheeks hollowed out around my throbbing dick, and then out of nowhere, it hit me like a bolt of lightning.

The only warning he got was the tug on his hair as I erupted, sparks of white light nearly blinding me as pleasure ripped me in half. I arched into him, into the heat of his mouth, and submitted to the best fucking orgasm of my entire life.

The warm, wet suction of his mouth would be a new fixation, as would the way I could feel him swallowing down everything I unloaded. Even after I was finished, he sucked a little longer, reaching between us to massage my balls and make sure they were empty.

My legs were trembling so much that I knew the second he pulled off, I would hit my ass, but the euphoria I knew was so consuming I didn’t worry about it or anything at all, instead just drifting in this fuzzy warm place only he’d brought me too.

His hand stroked over my lower abdomen when he slowly pulled away and sat back. I melted toward the floor, and he chuckled, pulling my pants up as I lowered. I hit my ass between his knees, tucking my legs in close and laying my cheek against his thigh.

I rubbed my cheek against his leg, smiling a little when his hand pushed through my hair.

“You taste good, baby. Damn good.”

My eyes fluttered open, and I came face to face with the way his chinos strained against his rigid dick. I stared at it for long moments as he stroked my hair and then reached out to grip it. He let out a choked sound, hips instantly angling so I could get a better grip.

The tightness of his pants was too restrictive, and I reached for the fly for better access. His hand covered mine, not pushing me away but also not helping me pull him out.

I couldn’t look at him, so instead, I stared at where his hand held mine and the bulge beneath our palms.

“What if you don’t like it?” He was bolder than me.

“I will,” I said, confident.

That seemed to make him mad, and his fingers squeezed my chin, bringing it up so I had to look at him. “How do you know you like sucking cock?”

“Because it’s yours.”

He cursed and undid his pants.

I grabbed the waistband, and he lifted his hips just enough so I could pull them down his thighs. Of course, his dick was just as beautiful as the rest of him, long and thick, standing up off his body proudly. As nice-looking as his dick was, it was the groomed thatch of dark hair just above it that stole my attention. Wiggling my fingers, I pushed them into the coarse, springy curls and purred while scratching in the short length.

Wrapping my other hand around his shaft, I squeezed, entranced by the pearly bead forming at the tip. I went for it the same way he did, without hesitation, licking up that salty tease and swirling my tongue around the thick mushroom head.

He whispered my name and canted his hips out, and I rose to my knees and took him down completely. He let out a low moan that shot straight to my core, and I dragged my lips up until they circled just the tip.

I sucked shallowly for a moment, rolling his head around my mouth and sliding it over the smooth skin of my inner cheek. His breathing was heavy, balls drawn tight against his body, and I circled my hand around the base, held it up off his body, and then sank down.

He made a strangled sound as I settled into a rhythm, bobbing my head while he throbbed and shook. I knew he was close when his ass lifted off the bench, and I flicked my tongue over his slit, then sucked him deep.

“I’m gonna come.” He warned me, gently tugging my hair to give me a chance to pull off.

I made a sound of protest and pushed down on him farther just as he let go. The warm flood of his release shot over my tongue as his dick pulsed with pleasure. I swallowed him down, trying to catch it all as it gathered at the corners of my mouth. He thrust shallowly, and I continued to suck, milking every last bit of bliss out of him and swallowing it down.

Even after he relaxed against the bench, I hesitated to let him go, instead laying my cheek on his thigh, gently working his softening dick between my lips.

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