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I wanted his load inside me. I wanted him to fill up my ass, but for now, I’d be satisfied with him filling my mouth.

Leaning forward, I gave his cockhead a teasing lick, and fuck, he tasted good. Salty, musky, absolutely intoxicating.

His answering groan had me reaching up to push his hand aside.

I gripped the base of his heavy dick and swallowed him down in one long, smooth glide.

Giving head was always a power rush. Even though I was on my knees, I fucking owned him in that moment.

“Jesus Christ, Brodie, that’s… you… so fucking good, I can’t…” Van gasped, and I hummed with pleasure.

I wanted Van to lose his fucking mind, and it seemed I was off to a pretty good start.

Van placed his hands on the door above me, leaning in, shoving his dick further down my throat.

I took it all.

I sucked his dick like my life depended on it.

Up and down, over and over, between my hand and my mouth, I didn’t let up. I got lost in a primal rhythm that was all about Van. I didn’t even care to touch myself. I had no thoughts of my own pleasure.

Only his. Only Van’s.

My muse.

My obsession.

And now, my lover.

“Always knew you had a talented mouth,” he panted.

I glanced up at him. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as he bit his lip. I sucked harder and watched the bliss wash over his face.

“If you don’t want my load, you better pull off right now.”

I kept working his cock, licking, sucking, tugging, until I felt him jerk, and suddenly, my aching throat was filled with his hot cum. His deep groan echoed in the room.

I swallowed as much as I could, but some of it spilled out of the sides of my mouth and dripped down my chin.

Then his softened cock slipped out of my mouth.

Van dropped his head back, his chest moving in and out with rapid breaths. I was the same, taking big gulps of air now that I could. I reached under my kilt and touched myself, replaying the sight and sound of Van coming down my throat.

“Stand up,” he demanded. “Show me.”

I fucking loved when he talked to me like that. Confident, bossy Van was my favorite.

Standing up on shaky legs, I leaned against the door, shoved my kilt and my underwear down my legs, and did as he ordered. I wiped my face and used his cum as lube, tugging my throbbing dick with urgent strokes.

It wouldn’t take much. Fuck, my control was non-existent.

“Look at you,” he moaned as he gazed into my eyes, never breaking contact. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

I nodded, my hand moving faster.

“Same thing you do to me, baby. You wreck me in the best way,” I panted as my balls drew up tight, and pleasure snaked like lightning up my spine.

One more tug, and I was done for. I unleashed another load all over Van’s dick and balls.

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