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“Holy hell you’re huge.” He stared at my cock.
“Yeah. Not always a good thing.”
“How many people have run screaming from this thing?” He gripped my base and squeezed.
I muffled a groan. “More than I like to admit.”
“I thought I was big, but damn.”
“You’ve got a nice one.”
“I know.” He looked up at me, his brown eyes soft and almost affectionate, even as his mouth twisted up in a smirk.
“So arrogant.”
“Is it arrogance when it’s the truth?” he repeated what I’d said last week.
“Fucker.”
He chuckled and dropped his gaze.
“Do you have a thing against being touched while you do this?”
“You care?” He looked up again, his eyes guarded.
“I already told you I don’t get off on hurting people or making them do things they don’t want. I’m a bossy fucker, but I respect boundaries.”
“You can touch me.” He held my gaze for a few beats. “This talking thing is throwing me off.”
I carded my fingers through the longer part of his hair. The silky strands felt incredible, but it was the way his eyes fluttered shut and his mouth went slack that made my dick throb.
“Take your time and get back in your happy place.”
He snickered with his eyes still closed. “Not sure I have one of those.”
I scratched my nails through the cropped hair over his ear. “You’re doing good, G.”
“Why do you call me that?”
I rubbed the back of his neck and gently squeezed. “Not sure. Graham, Goldilocks. It covers all my bases.”
“I like it.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
Before I could do or say anything, he drew my cockhead into his mouth and gave it a hard suck. The wet heat of his mouth enveloped me like hot velvet.
Moaning, I resumed playing with Graham’s hair.
He started slow, taking long, greedy draws on me. I let him set the pace, watching closely. One thing I’d figured out early in my days of hooking up with guys is they almost always gave head the way they liked. Some were more performative, but I could usually tell when someone was showing off and when they were enjoying themselves.
Based on the low sighs and moans Graham kept issuing as he worked me over with his talented mouth, he was enjoying it.
He managed to take about half of me and worked the rest of my length with his hand, twisting and stroking in perfect rhythm with his lips and tongue.
“Fuck yeah. That’s it.” I locked my knees and hips so I didn’t thrust into him.
He groaned and sped up.
“Fuck, G. You’re good at this.” I stroked his hair. “You want my cock?”
