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“I understand, baby. You need to know that I will support you regardless of the outcome and no matter your decision.”
“How can you make a promise like that?” I asked. “Would you really let me go if I’m married to someone else?”
“What choice would I have?” he answered. “Of course I don’t want to be forced to make that decision, but ultimately you need to decide that when the time comes.”
“But . . . but . . . I don’t want that to happen,” I confessed. We held each other as tight as possible and I started crying again. I felt safe with Bo and couldn’t imagine not being with him if my memory did return. The thought was more terrifying than not knowing who I was. “I can’t lose you, Bo,” I wept.
“I’ll be right here, baby. Regardless of the choice you make.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: Bo
“Rise and shine, sleepy head.” The object of my growing love was curled up in a fetal position and hugging my pillow. He’d tossed and turned when I slid out of bed to make coffee and now my pillow was substituting for me. I was almost jealous.
He yawned and stretched, kicking the thin sheet off of his body. “It’s too early to get up, Bo,” he complained, covering his eyes and unaware I was staring at his morning wood.
I went to the foot of the bed and yanked his legs to the end, spreading them apart. “Relax then, handsome. I’m sure I can help you wake up.” I knelt to my knees and leaned forward, burying my face in his balls. “Mmmm,” I said. “Morning wood. My favorite breakfast.”
“Stop!” he squealed, pushing my head away. “I haven’t showered.”
I glanced up and noticed he’d moved his arms above his head. So much for resistance. “You showered last night so shut up and enjoy your wakeup call,” I stated. “Besides, boy, you’re mine, remember?”
“Yes, sir,” he giggled. He cleared his throat. “I mean,yes, sir!”he deepened the tenor of his voice.“Right away, sir.”
I pulled his erection toward my mouth and licked the length of it from his balls to the tip, slowly teasing him by not taking his hard rod into my mouth. He kept trying to move my head over his cock to get me to swallow him, but I preferred driving him a little crazy first. I squeezed and twisted his balls while continuing to lick his twitching shaft up and down repeatedly.
“Someone has a huge boner this morning,” I teased, laughing at my juvenile description of his dick. “Have you been a bad boy?”
He pushed my head down again in a weak attempt at controlling me. “I’ve been very bad, sir.”
“Maybe I’ll stop what I’m doing as punishment, boy. I think you were playing with your cock while I was working in the kitchen. That’s not nice.”
He brought his legs tightly to the sides of my face and squirmed in anticipation. “Please suck me, sir. I wanna come so bad.” I placed my mouth over the tip of his dick but didn’t go further down his shaft. He fought for control of my head, trying to push me on him. “Please,” he begged. “You’re killing me.”
I gave in and took him fully into my mouth and held him there, massaging his balls simultaneously. He was more than a mouthful and had a perfect cock in my opinion. Just the right size with a fat mushroom tip. I slowly began working his cock in my mouth with no hands. Just a nice and easy flow of sucking and releasing, slurping, and twirling my tongue across his tip when I came off of him.
I pulled my mouth away for a moment. “Does my boy need to come? Would he like a little butt action?” I asked in my nastiest voice. “I could massage your tight button if you’d like, boy.”
He’d recently told me that he liked butt play. He liked his prostate massaged while either being jacked or sucked off. I was a quick study and found the magic button he’d referred to with ease a few days ago.
“We need lube and condoms, sir. I want your cock in me instead.”
Just the thought of fucking him caused my cock to jump. I wanted nothing more in life than to be joined with him. “Maybe tomorrow, boy.” I took his dick in my mouth again and deep throated him, letting him control my head so he could use me for his needs.
“You’re so good, sir,” he moaned, his hips lifting off of the bed as he met my mouth. “Finger me, sir.”
I spit on my fingers and slathered his pucker with my saliva, moving my middle finger over his tightness. He wouldn’t last much longer once I pushed in and found his magic spot. While sucking on his dick I pressed until I broke through the wall, pausing until he relaxed. With me slobbering over his cock he’d be able to focus on that while I poked around in his amazing ass.
There you are.Once located, I slid my finger across his prostate, pressing on the swollen almond as he began to squirm on the bed. He held the sides of my head and maneuvered me over his cock, arching his back from the bed, his legs straight out and stiff. It wouldn’t be long.
“Oohhh,” he moaned, his legs squeezing my shoulders harder and his hand holding the back of my head. “Fuck! Fuck!” he cried before holding his breath. He exhaled suddenly and I felt his prostate double in size so I pressed harder against it and moved my finger back and forth in half-inch swipes. “Oh, my holy . . .” He arched off of the bed, his feet supporting one end and his head the other, forcing his cock as deep as he could get it in my mouth.
My cock was already dripping and I knew I was good for five, maybe six tugs before I’d be over the finish line. I always experienced a mental mind fuck of pleasure when blowing a guy, especially because you knew exactly what he was feeling at this precise moment. The vision in your own mind at holding that power was a fucking turn on in my book.
“I’m . . . I’m . . .” he hissed. “Oh, fuck, Bo!” He pushed down the back of my head hard and held his hips up as high as they’d go, releasing his pleasure into the back of my throat. Five seconds later he fell back to the bed and panted until he caught his breath. “Did you come?” he asked breathlessly.
I moved up and between his legs, putting all of my weight on him. He wrapped his arms and legs around me and our perspiration joined forces while we came down from our sexual releases. “Damn, boy,” I whispered in his ear. “How about we never get out of bed?”
He kissed my neck and tightened his leg grip around my waist. “That’s what I was talking about before you so rudely woke me, mister.”
