After I admire how he looks, spread out for me with his legs butterflied open, I flatten my tongue and lick a broad stripe from his balls, up the entire length of his velvety soft shaft, and finally engulf the tip between my lips, teasing his glans with my overly wet tongue. Lapping at the pre-cum that spurted out.
“Baby,” Evan hisses, reaching down and threading his fingers into my hair. “Ohgod…”
I let my eyes flick up to his face, feel my lashes flutter involuntarily against my cheeks, and greedily grip his shaft at the base, while I let my mouth work the tip as I tongue at his slit. I feel heat flame in my face, since his gaze doesn’t stray from mine while I tease him relentlessly with the combined efforts of my hand and tongue. It’s like he’s fighting the urge to let his eyes roll back and sink into this feeling, because he’s too intent on watching me work him over.
“Jesus, you suck me so fucking good,” he murmurs. “You look so pretty down there between my legs.”
Truthfully, I could probably do a little better if he weren’t so girthy. I’m struggling to fit him all in my mouth, which makes me a little concerned about how I’m going to deep throat him properly, and really show him where my talents lie, but my mommas didn’t raise no quitter. I’m going to find a way to fit Evan Waters’ fat cock in my mouth, to tap my tonsils, even if it kills me.
RIP. Here lies Brooks Gallagher. Died doing what he loved. Choked to death on a BOD: big ole' dick.
Can’t think of a better way to go out, really. The thought of taking him all the way causes a moan to bubble out of me.
“Fuuuck, do that again,” Evan pleads on a groan, so I moan some more, really letting the vibrations add to my ministrations.
His fingers tighten in my hair, and I have to press him down with my free hand to keep his hips from bucking into my mouth before I’m ready toreallytake him back.
Popping off him, with a trail of spit leading from my lips to his tip, I get up on my knees and strip off my hoodie.
“W-what are you doing? Why’d you stop?” Evan looks stricken, his pupils nearly blown out.
I wink at him, before nudging his hips up, so I can stuff my balled up sweatshirt underneath his hips. “Trust me, we’re just getting started…”
He groans, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Don’t tell me you’re into edging.”
“You’re not?” I tease.
“Normally, yes,” Evan admits, “but tonight, I’ve done enough of that on my own. I nearly blew my load just watching you come undone while I ate out your perfect pussy.”
I can’t help the internal gush of lust I feel when I hear him refer to my backhole as apussy—even more when he tells me it’s perfect. Coming from him, it sounds less like a toy to use and discard, and more like something he craves and appreciates—something he’s gluttonous for.
His work back there certainly felt gluttonous.
“No edging tonight, then,” I promise him, settling back down between his legs. I encircle both my arms around his thighs and haul them up onto my shoulders, ready to hold on for the ride. I lick up hislength a few more times to get him fully hard again, and then look up and tell him, “Don’t hold back. Put both hands in my hair and don’t stop until you’re tapping my throat.”
Evan throws his head back into the blanket, cursing with a long groan.
“I mean it,” I affirm. “Make it sloppy. Don’t stop until you’re covered in drool, and I’m a sobbing mess. I will let you know if I need you to stop, so I can get some air. Trust me. Otherwise, you fuck my face like you mean it, Waters.”
“Goddamn,” he hisses, “I’d never have guessed you talked this filthy.”
“Guess we’re both full of surprises,” I snark, winking at him again. I let my lips hover a breath above his tip, tapping my mouth against it a couple times. “Ready?”
“Fuck yes,” he moans, doing as I ask and fisting my hair.
Using his thighs to press my body closer to him, he grips my head and I open my mouth and flatten my tongue. He slowly guides my head down towards his lap. As he inches further in, I relax my throat and widen my jaw.Dang, he’s even bigger than I gave him credit for before.
I let out a little choked noise as my face starts feeling the tickle of his dark curls, and I remember to breathe in through my flared nostrils. He’s fully in, my nose pressed against his groin, my chin feeling the warmth of his balls. When I attempt to swallow back some of the spit that’s pooled in my mouth, he groans so hard I practically feel the vibrations down in his lap.
“I wish you could see this right now,” Evan murmurs, admiring how my face is completely filled with him. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
I moan when his musky scent fills my nostrils—all man, mixed with ambient notes of campfire smoke—eager for him to start using me. When he feels my head press back into his hands, he understands my subtle request that he begin putting me to work. The sting I feel from him tugging on my hair mixes with the overwhelming fullness I feel in my mouth.
He starts slowly at first, seemingly trying to make this last—either that, or being unnecessarily gentle with me. I can handle deep throating, though. Love it, actually.
It doesn’t take long before he starts guiding my head in earnest. Bobbing up and down, I try swallowing whenever I feel his tip brush my tonsils, clogging off my throat, hollowing out my cheeks on every upstroke. Drool spills out the edges of my mouth, and tears leak out the corners of my eyes, with each punishing thrust downward.
Finally, he transitions to holding my head in place, my arms gripped tightly around his thighs, as he snaps his hips up into my mouth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses. “Brooks, you are so fucking perfect. So beautiful. It’s like your mouth was made for my dick.”
