“Sorry,” he murmurs. “Got a little too eager there.”
“It’s okay. You’re just… so fucking big. Gimme a second.”
Josh runs a hand through my hair. “Of course. Take your time.”
I wipe the spit off my chin, and he smiles.
“You look so pretty on your knees like that. Lips all red and shiny. Cheeks flushed. Eyes glassy. What’d you smear on your face?”
“Charcoal. I bet it’s all smudged now.”
“Yeah, it is. It’s messy as fuck, and I love it. Makes you look a little crazed. A little possessed. Maybe that ghost got to you after all.”
“I think it’s this cock that’s getting to me,” I say, surprised by my own boldness.
And with that, I take him back in, determined to go deeper this time. His hard flesh slides over my tongue, inch by inch, and I force myself to keep breathing through my nose as it fills me up.
It’s a stretch. A struggle. At the halfway point, the tip pushes into my throat, and tears start welling up in the corners of my eyes. But I fight the urge to pull back, and finally, his trimmed pubes tickle my nose and his heavy balls press against my chin.
I did it.Josh is balls-deep inside of me. Every single glorious inch.
I get rewarded with a guttural groan and a fresh drip of precum sliding straight down my throat. It warms me up from the inside, and I swallow around him, tightening the space he fills.
For a moment, I just sit there on my knees, breathing, feeling, savoring the weight and heat. All those inches of pulsing cock buried in my mouth. It’s a rush. An absolute fucking rush.
Why did I ever think this wasn’t for me? Why did I force myself to think of girls all these years, when I could have had this instead?
It feels so fucking right to have a dick plugging my throat. To breathe in the heady musk of Josh’s groin. To finally surrender to what my body has been telling me for so long.
With a deep, ragged breath, I ease off, pulling back until only the tip remains between my lips. I swirl my tongue around the head, tasting every groove and bump. Then I swallow him back down, and Josh hisses.
Encouraged, I start moving faster. Bobbing up and down his cock, sucking, licking, coating him with my saliva. The more I taste, the hungrier I get. And the wetter he gets. Precum keeps leaking out, so much of it, and every time a new drop touches my tongue, it feels like a little shot of adrenaline straight to the brain.
I want more. I need more.
And apparently, Josh does, too.
Because his grip tightens in my hair and his hips start moving, slow at first, then faster, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, the friction making wet, sloppy noises.
I can barely breathe, barely keep up, my face a mess of spit, charcoal, sweat, and tears, but the sight of him falling apart on my tongue is worth every bit of struggle.
His nostrils flare, his mouth hangs open, and a sheen of sweat covers his sculpted torso. The sounds he makes are fucking delicious. Grunts, groans, growls, all while his hips roll, driving that beast deep into my throat.
“Fuck, Sebas. Is this really your first time sucking cock?”
“Mm-hmm,” I hum around him.
“It doesn’t... ahh… feel like it. You’re taking me so deep. So fucking deep.”
“Mm-hmm...” is the only reply I can give him, my mouth stuffed full, his heavy balls smacking against my chin.
My jaw is starting to ache, and my lungs are screaming for oxygen, but there is no fucking way I am stopping now. Josh is getting close. I can feel his cock throbbing on my tongue. The rhythm of his thrusts faltering.
But just when he starts to shake and I think he’s about to lose it, he pulls out of my mouth.
A strand of saliva connects the tip of his cock to my lower lip, and when it breaks, it hangs in front of me, shimmering in the moonlight.
“Sorry,” he pants. “I almost came.”
