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Fuck it.

I leaned in and sucked his cock into my mouth, moaning helplessly when it twitched against my tongue and I tasted his pre-cum. Dan groaned, which made my hips jerk. Then they started moving again, thrusting into his mouth as I sucked him feverishly.

Dan’s body shuddered, fingers gently threading through my hair and keeping it off my face. Soon I was whimpering around his cock as I fucked his mouth, my limbs quaking wildly and struggling to keep me upright. It felt too good, and it was so fucking weird, which for some reason was turning me on even more.

Dan’s hips started to thrust a little—a gentler version of what I was currently doing to him. But he timed his movements to match mine, speeding up when I did, keeping pace until I was mindless with the need to come.

Was this what he felt when he sucked himself off? It was almost like the cock in my mouth was my own. I was sucking desperately, spit dripping onto the bed, and I could feel the same tight, wet suction around my dick at the same time.

My hips stuttered as overwhelming pleasure raced up my dick and through my shaking body. I whimpered around Dan’s cock, one of my hands shooting down to palm the top of his head and hold it in place, because I was fucking his mouth frantically now, unable to stop.

My vision winked out when the orgasm hit, scalp tingling and going numb. I cried out, the sound muffled around his cock, and shook wildly as my hips locked up, my dick buried down Dan’s throat. He groaned raggedly and his hands tightened in my hair as he shuttled his cock over my tongue, because I was coming too hard to keep bobbing my head. When his hips jerked and his body shuddered, I whimpered deliriously and started sucking again.

Dan’s throat tightened around my sensitive cockhead as he moaned loudly. His cock throbbed in my mouth, body hunching over as he cradled my head and held me steady while he pumped his cum down my throat.

I was light-headed when he finally sagged, his huge thighs quaking as he eased his cock from my mouth and sat back on his heels. The fingers in my hair were trembling as they shifted, raking through the strands in a surprisingly soothing touch.

I was panting, my whole body shaking, and my limbs were about to buckle, so I carefully pulled my sensitive cock free with a wince and collapsed onto my back beside him.

Head spinning and vision a little spotty, I threw my arm over my eyes as I lay there trying to calm my frantic breaths. I sensed Dan shifting on the bed, and a few seconds later he lay down beside me with a satisfied grunt, his arm brushing mine.

“How you doing, kitten?” he asked, voice hoarse and gravelly. I could hear the smile in it.

I lifted my heavy arm and blinked hard to clear the black spots from my vision. “Y-yeah, fine.”

My neck ached, and my jaw was definitely a little sore now, but I felt fucking amazing. I’d never, ever received a blowjob like that before.

Heat crept up my throat as I turned my cheek to look at Dan. He was lying beside me, looking relaxed and worn out, with a few inches of space between his head and his neck.

Holy shit. My cum was trickling out of the neck hole below his head, dripping onto the bed.

It was probably weird how hot I found it.

“Sorry if I was too rough,” I said awkwardly, recalling the way I’d fucked his mouth, frantically pounding my cock inside. I hadn’t really been all that considerate by the end, too mindless from the unimaginable pleasure he’d been inflicting on me.

Dan laughed, the sound throatier than normal. “You weren’t, kitten. I can take it, and I fucking love it. Not like I need to breathe.” He paused. “And at this point, I genuinely can’t remember if I ever even had a gag reflex.”

I snorted, which made him grin. Reaching up, he attached his head to his shoulders and lifted himself onto one elbow, looming over me. His hand settled on my chest, thumb sweeping back and forth over my skin.

“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” he asked me suspiciously.

“I haven’t,” I said with a laugh, then smirked as I stretched my weak limbs. “So it was good then.”

It wasn’t a question. I knew I’d done good.

Definitely worthy of at least a bronze trophy. Maybe even silver.

He flashed me a wolfish grin and leaned down to give me a slow, tongue-tangling kiss. “You made me come so hard my head nearly popped off,” he murmured against my mouth.

I burst out laughing. “Your head was already off.”

“I meant the first time downstairs.” He was smiling as he nuzzled my cheek. “You caught me off guard, kitten. That was damn hot. You sucked my dick so good my knees almost gave out.”

I flushed and shrugged, trying to look like I was totally chill about the whole thing when I really wanted to grin with pride.

I’d made Dan Ewen come so hard his knees almost gave out. And his head had nearly popped off.

Twice.