Page 24 of Switched At Birth


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“Um, yeah, we do.” I’d never thought we’d stay overnight, but I’m not against it. Actually, the idea has me dizzy with so many ideas. We can fuckseveraltimes.

“I have nowhere to be in the morning,” he says, and it’s my turn to be bossy. I push down my boxers, precum leaking from the tip of my cock.

“If we’re doing this several times, we better get busy.”

My dick bobs at his eye level. “This cock is a vision.” His focus is on the end of my cock, and I know what he’s staring at.

“Holy baby Jesus, it’s fucking Christmas.”

He gawks at my Prince Albert.

He points to my very erect penis, and I can’t help but laugh. “And why am I just finding this out? How did you get this with your fear of needles?”

“Yeah, surprise! But I’ll go into the whole sordid story later, ‘kay?”

His eyes stay fixed on it. “You sure as shit are going to have to fuck me tonight with that masterpiece.”

“It’ll be my pleasure.”

He doesn’t look away, and I enjoy every ounce of curiosity painted on his face.

He leans in, and the tip of his tongue laps up my pre-cum. I suck in a deep breath. His connection with me is fucking everything.

His mouth covers my cock, and between his tongue and the suction, I reach for his head, pushing it forward. Yeah, he gets the clue I want him to deep-throat me, and it’s what he does.

“Good boy, Ash. You’re such a fucking good boy, baby.”

His pace increases, and I know I’ll paint his throat with my cum. But he slows down. I can’t blame him; the best things come when we’re patient. Not that I’m patient. I thrust my cock into his mouth, and he again slows down just in time. Oh, the sadistic bastard is taking something out of my own playbook. He’s an edger. I love to dish it out but hate being on the receiving end.

“Your mouth on my cock is amazing. I want more days like this.”

I’ve not hidden my intentions. We’re not a one and done. The chemistry is more than I can explain. It transcends understanding.

I thrust my cock deep in the back of his throat. His strokes speed up, and he’s not stopping this time. “As I said earlier, I’m gonna paint your throat with my cum, baby, so be sure to pull out in case…”

But he doesn’t, and I peak with a ferocity I’ve never known, my release streaming from my cock just as I warned and promised.

“Oh, fuck, baby.” He releases my cock, and I fall to the floor with him, pulling his head to mine, and I can’t wait to taste my flavor on him. My mouth crashes to his. My hands hold his cheeks tight, his arms are wrapped around me, and we’re plastered to each other. I won’t let go. I don’t think I can. My composure is absolutely destroyed with the need I have for Ashton Brooks. Our night isn’t over.Right now,isn’t over.

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He pulls back,and it takes everything in my body to let him.

“It’s your turn, baby.”

I could tell him I did all of this for his pleasure without the need for a payback. It’s the truth, but fuck, if he wants to blow me, I’m not opposed to it.

“You okay?” I ask, scared he may say more.

“You tasted me, now it’s my turn to taste you, Ash. I can’t wait to see your beautiful cock.”

“Okay,” I say hesitantly, “but not until you tell me about your piercing. I have to know.”

His deep chuckle radiates through his whole body. “Okay, short version, I got drunk and was dared. When you meet my brother, you’ll get it.”

I accept his quick answer. He stares at my lips as we lean into one another. And if his lips crashing against my lips is any indication of what his mouth can do, then sign me the fuck up. He gropes for a blanket on one of the couches flanking either side of us, placing it behind me then gently easing me down on it.

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