Page 37 of Big Nick Energy


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How had this night gone so perfectly for me?

“Titus?” I asked breathlessly.

His eyes, which had wandered down to my breasts and where one nipple had popped free, came back to my face. “Yeah?”

I sat forward and reached into his loosened jeans.

Heart practically bursting free of my chest, I closed my hand around his cock and pulled it free of his jeans.

Now, I would like to say that I’d had good sexual experiences in my life, but that would be a lie.

Every last sexual encounter I had, I compared them to how I thought Titus would be.

But I now saw that comparing to what I thought he would be, and what he actually was, was like comparing oranges to apples.

The man was hung.

As in, holy hell, that’s going to hurt in the morning, hung.

I watched with a leer in my eye as I pumped his cock, awkwardly at first because let’s face it, I wasn’t too good at handling such large things.

Hell, I could barely handle the TV remote at times, and that thing was tiny in comparison to him.

“Baby,” he said quietly, sounding desperate. “I need you to either do something or stop looking at me like you want to devour me.”

But I did want to devour him.

I wanted to give him that mental picture he had in his head and make it into a memory he’d never forget.

I licked my lips, coating them with my saliva, and said, “I want you to come down my throat.”

His eyes flared and his hips jerked.

I squeezed down on his cock, and the groan that left him was nothing short of desperate.

“Baby, don’t say things like that to me,” he pleaded.

I dragged the tips of my fingers down the length of his cock, loving all the softness covering the hard. The way the veins in his cock throbbed. The way his engorged length pulsed underneath my hand.

“In high school,” I breathed. “The first time I realized that I wanted you, we were in eleventh grade.”

He all but whimpered as he said, “Same, baby. Same.”

“And you were wearing these sweatpants,” I explained.

He tilted his head back and chuckled, though even that sounded strained.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you in them,” I murmured.

Then I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around him.

Immediately, the tip of his cock started to leak, pre-cum coating my tongue as I worked him with my lips and tongue.

Just when he was squirming and moving desperately, trying not to shove his cock into my throat but being unable to keep himself still, I sucked.

The hiss that left him at the feel of my mouth suctioning to his cock was enough to cause him to cry out.

“Fuck!” he howled.

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