“Shh. Don’t get impatient. Calm down.”
I’m breathing heavy, my cock is harder than earlier, and Ineedsomething.
No, not something.
I need the specific feeling I felt just now when he put me in his mouth.
“If you want my lips around your cock, you have to ask.” He drags his tongue along my crown, basically teasing me at this point.
“You asshole…”
“That’s not asking, Preston.” His voice hardens, even if it’s full of arousal. “Say it properly.”
“Fuck…”
“Try again.”
“I…”
“Yes?” He licks my cock from top to bottom.
“I want you to wrap your lips around my cock.”
“Good boy.” He spits on his palm again, then takes my cock to the back of his throat.
“Fuuuck!”
The world blurs as my head tips back, banging against the bricks, my body strung tight with hazy pleasure.
No one has ever swallowed me this far back on the first try. I’m truly that big, so it takes time to try to fit me properly, but Marcus just went for it.
Fucking hell. Does the guy not have a gag reflex?
Or maybe he’s trained it well.
And now, I’m thinking about all the other cocks he’s taken to the back of this pretty throat and my hand curls deeper in his hair, pulling.
“You’re such a slut,” I grunt, shoving him farther against my cock, making him choke. “You’re a pro at sucking cock, huh?”
He only releases an unintelligible sound as I feel him reaching to my ass.
I’m not sure what he’s doing at first until his wet fingers probe between my ass cheeks.
But I’m so preoccupied with the feel of his throat tightening and contracting around my cock, I don’t pay much attention.
Until Ifeelit.
His middle finger pushes against the tight ring of muscles, and pain explodes in my hole. My grip on his hair loosens, and he pulls his head away. My hard cock slips out of his mouth, all wet with his saliva.
His finger in my ass is no longer moving as he peppers kisses along my crown.
“Relax for me, baby. Just focus on my mouth.”
“Focus on your mouth?”
“Yeah. You can fuck my throat.”
The erotic image seems to trick my brain enough, because when he slides my cock between his lips again, I’m not as wound up.
