I dart a look in his direction and he’s palming his cock with a tattooed hand, his expression dark.
Fuck. Me.
“Yes,” I respond, breathless. Widening my eyes, I send him my most innocent look. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
Oh, he likes that.
He hesitates, his hand still grazing his hard-on. Finally, through gritted teeth, he commands, “Fine. Unzip me. Be quick about it.”
Moving from the chair to my knees in one smooth motion, I bite my lower lip as I pop the button and start unzipping him. The sound is loud in the empty shop. I pull down his jeans and underwear to mid-thigh in one go, inhaling the scent of his santal soap before losing my goddamn breath.
“Fuckinghell,” I mutter, only distantly noticing his gorgeously inked thighs.
In my defense, it’s hard to acknowledge much of anything when confronted with a cock that size.
The gods of girth and length gave with both hands when they put this man together. My hole clenches at the thought of him coming at me with that thing. I’m hungry for it and kinda terrified.
He chuckles at my response, and I’m sure it’s a common one. Wanting to please him, to remind him I’m his for the taking, I drop my shoulders and clasp my forearms behind my back, surrendering myself to him.
Look at me, so helpless.
Truett’s cock twitches, a pearl of precum making the long journey down. He drags his inked fist up and down his cock, then lifts his chin, a directive. Obediently, I run my nose up his length, inhaling his musky scent. I want to bottle it so I can bathe in his pheromones for the rest of my life.
His heavy belt makes a dull clink as his jeans and underwearslip down to his ankles. There’s more ink on display, I’m sure, but I’ve suddenly developed the worst case of tunnel vision.
“Thick boy,” I murmur, grateful for a wide mouth.
He swears under his breath, then buries his talented fingers in my hair and yanks me forward. “Suck me.”
I send him a crooked grin and take him down to the hilt, hands-free. No preamble. No getting-to-know-you licks. Just my nose pressed against his pubes, his cock buried in my throat.
Not to brag or anything, but he’s the biggest guy I’ve blown and…zero gag reflex for the win. I keep my arms locked behind my back because I can tell he enjoys being in charge.
Let me please you, True. I’ll be so good for you.
“Such a pretty cock warmer,” he murmurs, thumbing the corner of my mouth, already stretched obscenely around his thick base.
Fuck yes.
If he only knew. I’d warm his cock any day of the week, be his free-use slut if he let me.
He pulls away, and I whine as he steps out of his clothing.
“Patience,” he commands, then cups his balls, revealing a guiche piercing with a beaded ring halfway between his balls and hole.
I make some inarticulate sound, rough in the back of my throat.
“Play with it, sweet boy.”
God, I wanna marry this man.
Burying my face in his taint, I go after the ring, gentle as I lave and suck at it.
“Touch me,” he says, cupping my jaw.
Smiling against the sensitive skin, I suck a little harder, carefully pulling at the piercing with my teeth as I free my hand to stroke his spit-slick cock.
“You like playing with my piercing, sweetheart?”
