The idea of that pulls my balls up, hot and tight, and I can’t stop myself from coming. I pour my orgasm into his ass, and he stills, making a disapproving noise.
“I wasn’t done.”
He slides up my stomach to straddle my chest, and he pulls the shirt down. Darren has his cock in his hand and he’s working himself with rough strokes. My cum dribbles out of his ass and smears around my chest. It’s disgusting and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
He’s jacking off in my face and I open my mouth, hoping he’s going to come there, but as his orgasm builds, he raises onto his knees. And when he does come, he collapses forward. His hand covers my eyes and he shoots his release across my parted lips, my cheeks, my chin. I lick my lips and struggle against his hand, trying to seek out his cock, but he keeps it from me.
I mutter a complaint and settle against the pillows, and then I’m rewarded. His cock traces over my face and he uses the head to scoop his cum onto my waiting tongue. He’s soft, but he slides into my mouth and I close my lips around him, hollowing my cheeks and giving him a good suck.
Darren trembles and takes himself out of my mouth then collapses onto the bed beside me.
“Like that?” he asks. “Was that okay?”
“Fuck yes,” I promise. “That was so okay.”
I climb on top of him, ignoring the spike of pain from my tender ass, and I kiss him. I know he can taste himself on me, and I wonder if he can taste everyone else on me too.
“You taste like you’ve been violated,” he whispers into my mouth, and I know he can.
I smile against him.
“I think it’s called love.”
