I drop the ball.
A second later, the gag and blindfold are gone.
“Stop,” I croak as Oakley goes to undo the spreader bar. “Or…don’t stop. Just don’t tickle me.”
My gaze snags on his thick, ruddy cock, peeking out from the fly of his boxers. He’s uncut.
Me too.
Oakley stops trying to undo the bar. “Wait. You’re ticklish?”
“Shut up and put the gag back in.”
“At least we know you’re not afraid of the dark.”
I glare at him as he pulls the blindfold over my eyes.
Seconds later, the bar’s between my teeth and I’m being rimmed to within an inch of my life.
He’s got the fucking thickest, longest tongue and…ah fuck. It’s inside. It’s inside me. He’s tongue-fucking me, and I’m gonna…
Suddenly, there’s no tongue, no nothing. Oh, thatson of a bitch.
I growl and moan.
He laughs as he spreads my cheeks wide.
Warm spit on my hole.
He’s pinching my nose closed.
Barely able to sip the air—he’s jacking my cock with his other hand.
Slick.
My balls tighten.
“Can you breathe?” he asks, releasing my nose.
I sign yes, and now there are two fingers inside me and a very large, very well-oiled hand is stroking my cock. This is going so much better than I thought it would.
I shift my hips as he tags my prostate. Between the compression of my lungs, the gag, and my impending orgasm, oxygen is in short supply.
It’s making me dizzy, and I like it.
“You are so fucking perfect.”
I probably look like a trussed turkey, but thanks.
Honestly, it’s a good thing I’m gagged. The things that might otherwise come out of my mouth…
I don’t know if I’ve ever been harder or more ready to come in my life, his hand twisting on the upstroke and relentless on the downstroke.
Fuck, this is gonna be the best?—
Everything disappears. His fingers, his fist.
I whine at the back of my throat, and he laughs.
