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The brush of his ass against my cock sent a jolt right to my damn system, and my cock immediately began to swell. A dark groan escaped my throat, which I hadn’t meant to happen, but I was powerless to stop it.
I was powerless against the sex appeal of Dawson Richards.
“I don’t think you’d ever bore me, Nolan,” he said as he arched his back, pushing back against my budding erection.
“Fuck,” I hissed as I tried to breathe through the sudden flush of heat and desire.
“I can stop if—”
“Hell no,” I said as I let my hand fall over his hip, across his stomach, my fingertips grazing the waistband of his briefs. “I like it. I don’t want you to stop.”
Dawson chuckled darkly as he slid his hand over top of mine, dragging it down beneath the waistband of his briefs, so I could feel his warm skin, his coarse hair, and his...
Holy fuck.
The memory of grinding myself against Dawson was still hazy, but I’d seen enough photographs of strategically placed items to formulate an idea of the size of his cock.
But the touch alone proved I had underestimated him, because it was definitely larger than what I was used to—if I was used to anything, really—and it was thicker than I’d expected.
Dawson slowly guided my hand up and down his cock, building a slow rhythm that caused my own dick to throb. Instinctively, I ground my erection against his clothed ass, just as my thumb brushed over the tip of his head to be met with warm, sticky precum, and I let out a strangled groan.
“You like that, don’t you?” Dawson’s voice egged me on.
“Yes,” I breathed desperately.
“Is that what you want, Nolan?” His voice had taken on a hint of teasing, but it was entrenched in lust and was making my head spin.
“You want my cum down your throat, hmmm? Dripping out of your tight ass?”
Dawson thrust his cock into my fist, the wetness spreading, and I didn’t think twice about what I wanted.
I slid my hand out of his briefs, and Dawson turned over, looking at me with worry.
“Yes,” I said as I leaned over him, straddling his thighs again. In the low light of his bedroom, the shadows fell on him beautifully, and I tugged at his waistband.
Dawson looked up at me with surprise, but he let me pull his briefs down, and the sight of his cock springing free was better than anything I’d ever fantasized about.
As I looked at the sight of his swollen, pink cock bouncing back and forth, leaking salty, sweet precum, I wondered if I would die choking on his cock. His length and thickness alone made me half consider abandoning this plan altogether. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad way to go.
I sucked in a deep breath before signing my death certificate as I leaned down and licked his shaft from base to tip.
“Jesus Christ, Nolan!” Dawson gasped. His entire body tensed as I took him into the back of my throat in one fell swoop.
“Oh fuck!” Dawson hissed, his hands going straight for my hair. His fingers gripped my locks tight, the surprise of the moment dissipating as Dawson found himself once again. He thrust into the back of my throat, making me nearly gag. But I didn’t dislike it one bit.
In fact, I kind of loved it.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice shifting to something darker. “You like choking on this dick?” He grunted as he thrust into the back of my throat again. I answered him by hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue around his thick head, and humming my appreciation, which only made him hiss and grab my hair tighter. So tight it hurt but in such a delicious way.
My cock throbbed in my sweatpants, and I could feel a wet spot already forming as I mindlessly thrust my own hardness against the inside of Dawson’s sweatpants.
“What’s the matter, champ? You all worked up with nothing to fuck?” he taunted me as he slid his cock out of my mouth, pushing forward so that I was the one now on my back, eyes wide in surprise,
Dawson’s heavy, naked form held me down, his leaking cock leaving a sticky trail down my abdomen as he grabbed me by the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants.
“Dawson, please...” I begged, wanting to finish what I started. The taste of his precum still lingered in my mouth, but I wanted more. I wanted to make him come. I wanted to feel him and his thick cock bursting like a dam in my mouth. And then I wanted to—
Dawson palmed my erection through my sweatpants, right on my wet spot.
