The first cock he’s ever had in his mouth.
Theonlycock he’ll have in his mouth.
I nearly come to that thought. Fuck me all the way to hell, this feels otherworldly.
“Deeper,” I grunt, holding his head. “Take me deeper, and use your saliva as lube.”
He lets his mouth water down on my cock, following the instructions like averygood boy while watching me the whole time. Once he bathes my cock with his saliva, he licks the underside, then sucks on the crown again, rougher this time, nearly exorcising my soul from my body.
“Mm, fuck! Your mouth feels so fucking good, Mishka.”
“Yeah?” he whispers against my cock as it flops against his mouth, the purple veins throbbing, demanding access into that wet heat again. “How rough do you like it, Yulian?”
“As rough as you want, baby.”
“Mmm,” he hums, obviously liking that answer as he sucks harder, taking me halfway in, his eyes staying square on mine.
My fingers dig into the bedsheets. This is obviously torture.
“Holy fuck, more, baby… I need more.”
“Hands in my hair,” he says as he pulls me out. “Don’t touch the bed. Touch me.”
He doesn’t have to say it twice—my fingers are already tangled in his smooth hair, pushing him lower. His moan vibrates against my cock, sending a shock wave through me.
Vaughn takes me deeper, swallowing more than most can manage. I’m big, and usually even the experienced ones choke, but he handles it like a champ. He truly is a fast learner.
“You been training your gag reflex, baby?” I ask in rough words, and he looks at me with pride, taking even more.
“Want to take my cock down that throat?”
“Mmm.”
“Good fucking boy,” I grunt, thrusting into his mouth.
He digs his fingertips into my hips, forcing me back down when I get too frenzied, caught in the need to come down his throat as if my life depends on it.
He shakes his head at me, his eyes on mine the whole time. He’s watching me for affirmation, to see if I like what he’s doing, and if I seem like I do, he just does more of it.
And it makes me feel like I’m about to come apart at the seams.
This drop-dead gorgeous man, who’s so out of my league, there needs to be another league to contain him, is burning so many of his precious brain cells just trying his best to please me.
He takes me all the way to the back of his throat and then pulls back, breathing harshly, his saliva coating my dick as he growls.
“You taste so good.” He kisses my cock that’s so ridiculously hard and engorged, it’s fully purple. “Why do you taste so fucking good, Yulian?”
“Do you like it?”
He nods hesitantly, as if he doesn’t want to admit it, and it’s so goddamn cute.
“We could’ve been doing this for a long time, but you were playing hard to get,” I whisper and then drag his head back on my cock.
A low hum vibrates out of him as he swallows me whole, bobbing along my cock until I’m buried deep in his throat. Saliva and precum slick me up, the sloppy wet sounds filling the room.
The sight alone—his lips wrapped around me, his mouth stretching wide, his head pumping up and down—is enough to break me.
I’m finished.
