Down.
Down.
“Marlo,fuck.”
He flexes around me, tightening with a gag, and I’m full on fisting his hair now. Pulling on the strands. Hoping I can yank him back in time before—
“Ohhhh, my Goddddd.”
Nothing—and I mean fucking nothing—has ever felt as good as exploding in his mouth.
Not my career.
Not my first kiss or first real kiss.
Not the last sloppy blow job I got in a club two years ago that cemented my internal belief about my sexuality.
Just this.
Him.
Sucking the cum from my body like he’s starved for it until I’m spent and panting.
He pops off me with a smirk and flops back onto the floor, kicking his legs up over his head until his toes touch the cement on either side of his ears.
I’m too dazed to ask him what the fuck. Too curious to look away when he pulls his tight ass shorts down just enough to free his own cock and fist it.
I can barely see a peek of his crown from this angle, his hand working himself over.
He’s like a fucking pretzel.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, tongue darting out to touch his chin.
And that how he comes.
Right into his own mouth.
CHAPTER 08: MARLO
The mix of Lennix’s musky flavor and mine coat my waiting tongue and throat as I swallow us down.
We’re fucking yummy together.
Unfolding myself, I tuck away my cock and pop up to my feet like I wasn’t just run over by a freight train of an orgasm.
Giving head always gets me off.
“What … just happened?” Lennix asks, his voice all raspy and sexy.
“Aw. You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
Chuckling, I meet his bewildered look with a grin and note that his hand had migrated back to his reinflating dick. Bet he doesn’t even know that he’s pinching it, he looks that fucking dazed.
I guess dancing for a living really can pay off.
But now that I’ve sucked the life out of him, I really need to get us out of here so we can lock up and leave Sadie in good standing with the owners.
“Did you really just jerk off into your own mouth?”
