“Open your mouth, Shelby. Let me see that tongue.”
I do as he says, giving him my eager mouth. Instead of sliding his cock down my throat, he holds me by the back of the neck with one hand and eases the two middle fingers of the other deep into my mouth. Immediately, I gag, so he lets up.
I can see on his face how much this turns him on. His pupils grow larger, his lips part, and his nostrils flare.
So he does it again, seeing how far and how deep he can force his fingers before I lose it and start gagging. I’m determined to prove to him how good I can be.
My eyes start to water, and my stomach clenches, but I manage to show him how deep I can take it. Seemingly overcome with lust, he pulls his fingers from my throat and replaces them with his tongue.
He kisses me deep and passionately, the grip on my neck so tight it’s punishing.
When he pulls his mouth away from the kiss, he keeps his face near mine as he says, “What are you doing to me, Shakespeare?”
Hearing him call me that at this moment feels special and somehow makes it all so much more real.
“Use me. I’m all yours.”
His eyes meet mine, and it’s obvious to me at that moment that it’sus.
He smiles at me for just a moment before dragging my face to his cock. And he doesn’t need to tell me what to do from here. I already know. I’ve only been thinking about it every day for the last twelve months.
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and waste no time taking it down my throat. Rolling my lips over my teeth, I lather his length up with saliva, reaching as much as I can reach on each stroke of my mouth. When I feel him hit the back of my throat, I challenge myself not to gag right away.
He grunts and groans when he feels how deep I can take him. Each one gets louder and louder, and I revel in the sounds he’s making. I have never felt such pride as I do when I make him feel good.
“That’s it. Good boy,” he murmurs as I suck him off. “Don’t stop. Make me come down that pretty throat.”
Because I know he likes it, I let him feel my teeth at the base of his cock. He hisses and nearly levitates off the chair, but he doesn’t stop me. So I continue to tease him, biting and scraping just enough to edge him with the pain.
I feel his cock tighten and swell. With that and the roaring sounds he is making, I know he’s about to come. When I feel the cum fill my mouth a moment later, I’m overwhelmed by it. I try to swallow it all, but it’s more than I expected, and I begin to choke.
Declan grabs my jaw and pulls his cock from my mouth.Strings of cum and saliva drip from the length of his shaft to my lips as he finishes on my face.
“What a dirty little mess you are,” he growls at the sight of me. “God, I love seeing you covered in my cum. You love it, don’t you?”
Gazing up at him, I nod.
I do love it.
Using the grip on my jaw, he guides me to my back on the floor of the living room. There’s an expensive-looking rug underneath me, and I can already tell it’s going to need cleaning.
Declan is on me like a hungry animal. Climbing to the floor between my legs, he seems more eager for my release than he was his own.
“My turn,” he says with a wicked grin. He strokes my hard shaft, using the saliva in his hands. With the other hand, he folds my legs up to my chest before leaning down to suck my balls into his mouth.
I let out a moaning howl from the warm pleasure of his mouth. “That’s it, my little slut. Let me hear you.”
He licks and sucks each one before moving up to my cock to swallow me down. I feel as if I’m being torn apart, only to be pieced back together again. He drags me all the way to the edge of euphoria and then yanks me back again like it’s some sick game.
He’s enjoying this.
Torturing me, making me work for it, never giving it to me too easily.
I’m writhing on the floor with my knees to my chest as he moves to my sack again, but this time, his mouth moves even lower. Nearly pressing me in half, he drives his tongue around the muscled rim of my hole, and I stop breathing.
“Oh fuck, Dec!” I shout.
He pulls his mouth away. “Want me to stop?” he asks.
