Page 101 of Sinful Lord

My shins sink into the thick carpet below as I descend down his massive body, trailing my fingers over every inch of him on my way.

A fiery electricity jumps between our damp skin. Warm shivers take hold of my spine. I take a deep breath and open my lips as wide as they’ll go.

Tytus’ raging erection stares me in the face, so big and girthy that I’m not sure I can make it fit. But it doesn’t really matter. I’m not here to feast. Not yet.

I’m just supposed to taste.

Closing my eyes, I take the plunge.

The second I feel Tytus’ fleshy goodness hit my lips, I sink. But the sigh that wants to escape my lips is shoved back down my throat.

There’s no room for anything but his cock. My lips stretch out. My tongue flattens. I gag. But I don’t pull away, because the first taste is beyond anything I could imagine.

“Deeper,” Tytus demands from above. His voice rumbles through the darkness. I obey.

Somehow, I manage to fit the entirety of his engorged head between my lips. Drool leaks down my chin.

As if by instinct, my flattened tongue starts to flutter across the broad side of Tytus’ cock.

He rumbles like a god. His cock swells even more. Hot tears well up behind my closed eyelids before streaming down my flushed cheeks. The world becomes wet and dark and suffocatingly wonderful.

I’m on the verge of exploding.

But before my fingers can find my clit, Tytus delivers a new commandment.

“Now do what I taught you in the shower. With your hands.”

He pushes further into me and I choke. Pulling back, I let the tears and the saliva stream down my face as I look up at him through blurry eyes.

“Yes, sir.”

A primal snarl comes over his face. He’s more beast than ever before.

I want to be savaged by him.

The fingers on my right hand wrap around the base of his shaft. The fingers on my left take hold of the throbbing flesh directly above.

I go to work and Tytus groans up to the ceiling. The tears clear from my eyes and I watch as his big Adam’s apple lifts and descends.

My thighs clench and my pussy begs to be touched. But my hands are busy. Soon, Tytus’ hands are too.

“Use your mouth, angel,” he moans, palming the back of my head. “Open wide and lick the tip. But don’t let your hands stop. Understand?”

I barely get a chance to nod up at him before I’m plunged back into the dark delicious world of his fleshy goodness.

The drool returns, so do the tears, but this time I’m ready. I take pleasure in every last bit of wetness as the shower water dries from my skin.

It doesn’t take long before I find myself getting into a rhythm.

“You’re going to make me cum,” Tytus moans.

That’s all I want.

Forgetting my own desires, I lather him in more or my saliva. I tighten my grip around his swollen shift. I pick up speed.

I want to taste his cum.

I need to taste his cum.