The only residual presence Florence had in his mind was the sting of his betrayal now knowing he was the one responsible for the downfall of Goldie’s entire career. Goldie still had yet to unpack any of that emotional disaster, and he was actually grateful that he didn’t have to worry about it right now.
All that mattered was listening to Day.
He didn’t have to hurt. He didn’t have to worry. He could lay down the burdens of guilt and obligation, letting Day master him completely—mind, body, and soul.
“I want your mouth,” Day said. “I have a much better use for it than being the fount of your quarrelsome tongue.”
“Yes, baby.” Goldie watched Day’s long fingers untie the drawstring of his pants. His mouth filled with spit, and he licked his lips hungrily in anticipation.
Yes, this.
This he could do.
This would make him good.
He didn’t want to fight with Day anymore. He hated it. He wanted to be happy.
He wanted to beperfect.
Day’s pants fell to the floor, and he gracefully stepped out of them. He grabbed his cock, pulling it against his stomach, and urged Goldie toward his balls with a sharp tug of his hair.
Goldie opened his mouth wide, wrapping his lips about the side of Day’s sac. He sucked one ball in, using his tongue to massage around it. He popped off and then switched to the other, moaning as he stuffed it into his mouth.
“There, angel,” Day urged, already breathless. “Keep going. Harder. Get them both in your mouth.”
Eager to obey, Goldie grabbed Day’s sac and pushed his other ball into his mouth. His cheeks were totally stuffed, and he wagged his tongue between them and then all over them as he sucked. He breathed in Day’s scent, a pleasant blend of sweat mixing with the rich scent of blood that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Stroking Day’s hips, he continued to massage Day’s balls with his tongue and rolled them against the roof of his mouth. He gasped when Day’s bare foot pressed between his legs right on his dick. He was hard already, and he dragged his fingers over Day’s thigh, humping the bottom of his foot.
Day smiled as he slid his foot back and forth, catching the shaft of Goldie’s cock beneath its arch. “Every part of you belongs to me. Every inch of you in subjection beneath my feet.”
Goldie groaned loudly, muffled as it was, when Day applied more pressure. Goldie’s dick was now being crushed against his leg, and he whimpered as the added weight made him throb. There was a flash of shame cutting through him for enjoying this, but it only increased the fires of his lust burning within his loins.
“Here, angel.” Day pushed at Goldie’s forehead. “Indulge yourself in my offerings.”
Goldie let go of Day’s balls, gasping in a quick breath of air and licking the drool from around his lips. Day was already sliding his cock into his mouth, and he took it with a happy growl, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking hard.
Day rewarded him with another firm press of his foot, and Goldie pushed his hips up to increase the pressure. He kept humping Day’s foot as he sucked his cock, whimpering in delight when Day grabbed a firm fistful of his hair.
Day pulled Goldie forward, fucking his mouth on his cock like he was a toy. Day’s grunts were low thumps of bass, and he buried Goldie’s nose in his groin with every slam. Goldie let his arms fall to his sides, going nearly limp as Day used him like his own personal Fleshjack.
Spit ran down Goldie’s chin, and he closed his eyes, losing himself to the furious rhythm.
Day dragged his fingers over Goldie’s scalp, digging his nails in hard. He slid his foot in, gasping as he drove his heel into Goldie’s balls.
It was enough force to make Goldie squirm, just on the verge of pain, and he rocked up to meet Day’s foot to invite more pressure. Day pushed his heel in harder, and Goldie gasped softly, nearly choking as his breath was stolen away by the sudden flash of sharp sensation.
“There, angel,” Day purred. “There you go… my perfect, beautiful angel.” He jerked Goldie off his cock, gazing down at him with a gentle smile. He slid his thumb over Goldie’s slick lower lip, playing in the spit.
“Baby,” Goldie panted out.
“Come to me.” Day urged Goldie to stand, and he took his hands to help him up. He put his hands under Goldie’s shirt, caressing his pecs and thumbing over his nipples. He licked the drool from his chin and then placed a sweet kiss there. “I’m going to plow the fields of your ripe body and plant my seed there now, my angel.”
“Yes, baby.” Goldie moaned. “Yes, please.”
Day pushed Goldie to the counter, roughly bending him over next to the sink. He pulled Goldie’s pants down to his knees in one swift yank, and then he hungrily caressed Goldie’s bare ass cheeks. He didn’t spend too long admiring him before he gave Goldie’s hip a little pat. “And God said, wait for me. Be strong, and let your heart take courage.”
Goldie nodded firmly. “Yes, sir. I’ll wait.”
