Page 56 of Serving Bunt

He pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen.

“Talk to me, country boy,” he rasped.

I swallowed hard, chest heaving. “What do you want me to say?”

“Tell me what you want.” He dipped back down, teasing my slit until a low whine slipped out before I could stop it. “Tell me how to make you come.”

“I, uh—”

“Say it, tesoro. You want me to lick your balls? Your asshole? Take you all the way to my throat?”

“That,” I said, my voice thick with need. “Deeper.”

“How deep?”

I blew out a shaky breath, heat crawling up my neck. “Until you swallow me down and choke on my cock.”

The room went deafeningly quiet.

Shit.

My face flamed. I had never said anything like that.

For a second, I thought I might’ve crossed a line, pushed him too far too fast. That was until he let out a low, pained groan.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

Diaz’s pupils were blown so wide the brown was almost gone.

Relief crashed through me. “You . . . want that, too?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” He stroked me lazily. “Damn, I always knew that Southern drawl of yours was dangerous, but it’s fucking deadly when you’re telling me to choke on your cock.”

The tension in my chest loosened, replaced by something warmer. Hungrier. I reached down, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and angling his head back toward my dick.

“Then take me,” I demanded, voice steadier now. “Take it all, Peter. Show me how much you want this cock.”

His grin was slow and wicked.

“Don’t be gentle, tesoro.”

He sank down again, lips stretching wide as he took me inch by inch until his nose pressed against my pubic bone.

“That’s it,” I crooned. “Just like that.”

I felt the moment his throat constricted around the head and he swallowed around me. The sounds he made were muffled and wet, and the vibration ripped a low, guttural moan straight out of my chest.

My fingers splayed wide over his close-shaved head. There wasn’t much to grip, but I tightened there anyway.

This was too fucking good.

I could already feel my balls tightening.

Diaz kept his eyes on mine as he sucked, his cheeks hollowing every time he bobbed his head up and down my length.

“You gonna let me fuck your throat?”

He didn’t answer me. He couldn’t.