I slowly go deeper on him as he says that, and he moans again, his eyes rolling back in his head when I suck on him as I pull up to the head and linger there.
I discover he likes it when I play with the underside of the head with thetip of my tongue, and it makes him moan in a different way.
I could do this all night.
NowI get why he looked like he was having so much fun earlier.
“My good boy,” he whispers, and something hot and sweet agonizingly good cranks tight deep within me, making me moan.
“You are,” he says, stroking my head again. “You’re sooo good, and you don’t even know it.Mygood boy.”
Trapped between meand the mattress, my cock hardens like iron and painfully throbs, demanding attention and relief. I find myself humping the bed.
“Oh, my good boy likes that, hmm? Don’t you waste that against the bed, baby. You hold it for me until after we’re done with this.”
Yes, I was doing something, wasn’t I? I mean, I was still holding his cock in my mouth, but I’d distracted myself from my initial distractionof exploring this man.
I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock like he did to me, pressing against the underside. This time when I suck the length of his shaft down, his moan bears a different, deeper tone with ragged edges making me throb even more.
“Son of a bitch, you’re a fast learner, baby,” he half chuckles, half gasps.
Pride fills me as I torment him like that. I experiment withwhat combinations of actions draw which noises from him.
I have a new hobby that’s for sure.
Time slips, and finally, at some point, he cups the back of my neck with a gently firm grip. “Do it, baby. Be my good boy and swallow me.” He doesn’t force me down, but I know what he wants and I swirl my tongue around him. “Good boy,” he moans.
And let’s be honest here—those two magic words are mycomplete and utterundoing. I go as deep as I can, sucking on him and then I feel it start. I know what I taste like, so it’s not a shock when he spills in my mouth and I really taste him for the first time. The low, satisfied groan that seems to start in his toes while his whole body arches and goes rigid for a moment calls to my body.
He pulls me up off him and kisses me, rolling me onto myback. “Jesus, baby, that was great! You’re so damned perfect.”
A different kind of heat fills me now as his praise floods into my soul like rains on a parched savannah.
ThisI can’t get enough of.Thisis my new addiction.
Him.
* * * *
We cuddle, with me tucked in his arms and squirming against his leg.
“Dessert, baby,” he announces, then gets up to retrieve the containers from the fridge.They gave us plastic forks, but he ignores them and instead sits up next to me.
He opens the first container and playfully smiles as he scoops out a piece with his fingers and plops it right on my stomach.
Where he promptly starts to lick and suck and nibble at it until it’s all gone.
Holy shit.I thought the blowjob was sexy. This eclipses that.
The next piece he feeds me off his fingers,and I can’t help licking and sucking on them, my own need fired by the hunger in his gaze.
Both our cocks are stiff now, and I’ve never had better tiramisu in my fucking life.
I mean, I don’t honestly remember what it tasted like, but still, it was awesome.
Granted mostly because of the delivery method, yes.
Once we finish that piece, he drizzles what’s left of the juice from it all over mychest and abs and licks it clean.
