I dug my nails into his thighs, a whiny and needy moan bubbling up my throat. I wrapped my tongue around his tip, stroking along the underside of his head a few times until the bitter taste of his precum leaked out.
I wanted what he was promising so fucking bad. I’d do anything.Anythingto experience the fantasy I’d built up in my head.
Could Marlow do that?
Actually fulfill that seemingly impossible desire?
He appeared up for the challenge.
His laugh was soft, though thick with lust. “I have a feeling no one’s treated you the way you need to be, Blake.”
Fuck, how did he know?
How did he read mesoeasily?
He nodded as if I’d answered him. “Yeah, we’re gonna fix that.”
His words shot straight down to my dick, causing my balls to squeeze painfully with the need to already come again.
“Open your mouth,” he instructed, shifting his weight onto the hand still planted next to my head.
I did so obediently, opening wide for him, and flattened my tongue to catch whatever came leaking out of that tip again. He took his hand off my jaw to grip himself, rubbing his leaking head against my tongue a few times to clean it.
“You like it a little rough, Blake?”
I nodded quickly.
He swore under his breath and then shoved himself back into my mouth without warning. My eyes went wide but I kept mythroat relaxed in order to keep from gagging the moment his dick touched the back of it. He gripped my hair by the fringe, using it as a lever to work himself in and out of my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he growled.
Spit mixed with precum drooled from the corners of my lips, streaking across my cheeks and down to the mattress. I held onto his thighs, feeling his muscles flexing under the skin with each rock of his body. There was hardly any time to pull in short and quick breaths in between thrusts, making it nearly impossible to keep my eyes from watering.
My body was buzzing with pleasure, so turned on that if I was as rock hard as earlier, I would’ve come simply at the wet, sloppy sound of Marlow’s dick sliding down and out of my throat.
He dug his hips down against my lips, holding himself there while slowing his thrusts and staying in place. He burrowed his cock down my throat, pulsing as he drew closer to coming.
“Hold it there,” he said, keeping us both steady. “Little more...”
I swallowed around him, blinking back the tears that were springing to my eyes.
“Fuck...” His skin was flushed with a light sheen. “Oh, fuck, Blake. Little more...”
Oh, he’s close.
Marlow’s face was blissed out with his jaw slack and eyes slightly wide while he stared down at me—almost like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He drew back suddenly, trying to quickly get himself out of my mouth, a garbled curse leaving his lips.
Where the hell did he think he was going?
I bit my nails down into his thighs, startling him from actually going any farther than a few inches and giving me enough leverage with how lax his grip had become in my hair to lean forward and draw him back fully into my mouth.
If he was that worried about coming, he didn’t need to be. I’d drink it down like fucking water in the middle of the desert.
“Blake—” He stopped himself, forcing my head back down again and then leaning into it. “God, you fucking want this so bad, don’t you.”
He rolled his hips again, spreading his thighs farther apart and then shifting his weight onto them in order to steady himself while he used my mouth as a Fleshlight. He kept a close hold on my hair, using it to ground himself while his dick made a mess of me.
I choked on him again the second he slammed against the back of my throat, the sudden tightening around him finally tipping him over the edge. He came with a deep moan, hips jerking with each pulse of his cum bleeding down my throat.
