Page 56 of Spiced!

I shifted, scooting higher on the bed so I was no longer half falling off the end. He grabbed my hips and helped with a not-so-gentle shove. Without warning, he then gripped his own waistband and slid his shorts off.

Two things struck me in that moment.

First, he didn’t wear underwear.

And second, while his cock wasn’t porn-star massive, it was the most perfect, veiny beast I’d ever seen. Something about the richness of his Puerto Rican skin made his dick even more sexy than it otherwise might’ve been.

And fuck me, he was uncut.

“You okay with foreskin?” he asked, reaching down and tugging at his snake’s sweater.

“I . . . uh . . . fuck. It’s kind of, well, a fetish of mine. Like seriously. It might be my favorite thing ever.”

Adrian’s smile reemerged, brighter than ever in my dim bedroom.

“Good, he’s all yours. I promise he grows up when he’s happy.”

I blinked.

His dick already looked happy.

I might need to reassess his average size if it got any bigger.

Then he was crawling, his knees straddling my body, his dick dangling dangerously close to my . . . oh . . . then it smacked into my dick.

He paused.

Then he wiggled his hips so his cock slapped back and forth against mine.

I was already so excited I thought I might burst, but those slaps . . .

“Fuck, Adrian . . .”

“All you have to do is ask,” he said, then winked.

A heartbeat later, all I could see was his hair flopping as his mouth consumed my cock. How, in one motion, without any help from his hand, he managed to dive and take me to the back of his throat was a mystery; but it felt too damn good to think about.

His tongue teased my tender skin as he bobbed up and down, mercilessly sucking the precum off my head.

“Mmm,” he groaned but didn’t look up, his sucking growing intense as I leaked more down his throat.

One hand reached up, slapping into my chest.

The other followed, fingers digging into my hair, kneading my muscles, squeezing and teasing and grasping as he sucked and sucked.

“Adrian, shit, if you keep that . . . I . . . Adrian . . . fuck . . .”

The first shot surprised us both.

I felt him hitch, a quick stutter in his bobbing, but he didn’t stop.

One hand left my chest and gripped my balls, pulling them down.

My cock stiffened beyond itself, and I heard him swallow as he drank me in.

Wave after wave of pleasure flowed out of me.

Still, he didn’t slow.