“You don’t even know what it is.” I chuckle.
“Whatever it is, yes. Please,” he begs.
Hearing him so damn needy for me makes me want to drop to my knees and fucking worship him.
“Are you sure?” I ask, eyes flicking between us.
“I trust you.”
“Fuck.” I groan, kissing him roughly. “You’re fucking amazing.”
And then I get down on my knees before him. Blake’s breath hitches, lips parting as he looks down at me with lust-filled eyes.
“If you don’t like it, if you want me to stop, just let me know okay?”
Bitting his lip, he nods.
Heart racing with excitement and anticipation, I reach for the button on his pants. Popping it open, I check in on him. He’s leaning against the bookshelf, body trembling with a mix of adrenaline, nerves and arousal.
He looks so fucking hot right now. This man is mine. All fucking mine. And I’m going to show him just how much I crave him.
Keeping my eyes on his, I lower the zipper of his jeans, then grab the waistband and tug it down enough for his cock to spring free. It’s hard, leaking and so fucking thick.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, a shiver of need running down my spine.
“What?” he asks, sounding self-conscious. He has nothing to be worried about. He’s fucking beautiful.
“Your cock.” I groan.
“What about it?” He panics.
“It’s fucking beautiful.”
“Really?”
Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I give it a squeeze. He moans as pre-cum drips from the tip onto my hand. “Look at this pretty cock,” I praise. “So thick and long. And those veins.” I groan, leaning in to trace them with my tongue. He sucks in a breath, letting out a choked sound. “It’s all for me, isn’t it Blake?”
“Y-yes.” He nods eagerly. “All for you.”
“You’re such a good boy for sharing this with me. I’ll make sure to show you how much I appreciate it.”
His cheeks go blazen red, but as I wrap my lips around his cock, his eyes flutter shut. “Oh shit,” he breathes out.
I start slow, not wanting to overwhelm him. Lapping the pre-cum off his slit, I moan at the salty tang. Pushing forward, I take more and more of him, watching as he slowly comes undone for me.
This is his first time experiencing a blow job, and I want to make sure he feels good.
“Holy fuck,” he whimpers, one hand grips the bookshelf, the other grabs at my hair. “That feels good. Oh god, that feels so good.”
Smiling around his shaft, I gather more spit in my mouth and coat his cock as I pull back, then suck him into my mouth again, this time deeper. I bob my head a few times before taking him all the way to the back of my throat.
He slaps a hand over his mouth, smothering his cry, when I swallow around his shaft, his knees trembling.
Feeling pretty damn proud of myself, I get to work driving my man crazy and making him feel good. I want his cum down my throat as he breaks for me.
We don’t have a lot of time and I curse myself for starting this right now. I want to make this last, so I can give him as much pleasure as possible. Next time I will, but for now, I want his orgasm.
Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I slowly pump him as I pull back. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby. How’s it feel?”
