Fuck, have I ever been this turned on?
Miles is usually a laid-back guy, but right now he’s acting way far from that. He pushes down harder, forcing his wet piss-slit right over the stiff peak, sliding it back and forth like he’s trying to force my nip to fuck its way inside his dick.
He lets out an unhinged moan, and a violent jolt shoots straight down to my crotch. My dick throbs miserably against my denim, and I smash my teeth together, desperately swallowing my own groan.
“Look,” he groans, his voice a total wreck as his slit mashes against my nip. “You’re straight-up fucking my dick with your tits, man.”
I think he’s completely losing his mind, and I find myself wondering why the hell he’s never done that before.
He gets frustrated with the fabric of my tank top at some point, so he fists the hem and yanks it all the way up, bunching it under my chin until my torso is completely bared to the cold air.
Miles lets out a sound that’s half-growl, half-whimper, kneading my pecs like a pair of tits and squeezing them together until they compress into a tight, muscular sleeve around his shaft.
Then he starts to thrust.
It’s a titjob. It’s a fuckingtitjob.
This isridiculously hot.
“I really love these, Kit,” he pants, and when I feel wet heat hit my chest, I realize he’s drooling all over me. “So soft...”
He drives his cock back and forth between my pecs, a little too clumsy with horniness, sure—but the feeling is peak filth. I can hear the loud, wet and sticky slaps of his groin slamming against my sternum.
“Fuck, yeah...” he gasps, his spit flying onto my neck. “Squeeze it for me, Kit. Hold my dick right there.”
I stay perfectly locked in doll-mode, fighting the absolute crisis happening in my pants. To be fair, I think I couldeven blow just from Miles treating my chest like his personal playground, with his heavy balls slapping against my upper stomach with every shove. It feels so good.
“Fuck, I’m gonna lose it. I’m gonna blow my load all over your tits, man.”
But sadly, he doesn’t.
He gives up on the titjob after a few more messy thrusts and slides his body lower, dragging the weeping tip of his dick down the center of my abs until I feel it press right into my belly button.
Miles starts fucking it.
He’s literally trying to drive his cockhead into the shallow dip of my navel. It’s degrading and hot as hell. He’s treating my stomach like a spare hole, another place to shove his dick inside. The thought makes my toes curl inside my socks.
He’s crazy from the heat, and so am I.
He slaps his hard cock on my stomach a few times, and I can hear the smacking sounds of his pre-cum being smeared over my skin. Then he leans down to suck on my neck again while grinding against my navel. His lips catch on the sweat-slick skin, sucking before biting down gently.
“Fuck, you’re so—” he mutters against my skin, his breath hot and uneven. His teeth scrape over my jaw, his tongue lapping up my sweat and drool. “Your body is so perfect. It makes me so horny.”
Dragging his tongue lower, he traces a slow stripe down the center of my chest. I stay still, butholy fuckhis mouth feels so good. And not only that. His words feel good too. He’s praising my body, and that’s great. But it’s not just the way it feelsobjectifying that gets me going. His voice sounds dead honest, not just standard dirty talk. He isn’t just playing his part in the scene, saying the things they all know I like to hear. He’s completely breaking down, letting his real, buried thoughts slip out.
It feels weird. But I’ll ignore it because I’m weak, and it feels fucking good.
“Sometimes I jack off thinking about this,” he admits. “Coming all over your stomach. Painting your abs with it.” He pauses, his leaking tip circling my navel, smearing a thick trail of pre-cum over my skin. “I’d be in my bed, totally torched, just picturing you lying here like this... letting me use you.”
This is a wild thing to hear when Miles is usually one of the guys who will always bury himself deep in my ass just to cum. Right now, though, he’s totally captivated by the surface of my body.
His eyes track the mess he’s left behind, tracing the thick trail of pre-cum running down the dips of my abs and pooling around my navel.
Bending low, he presses his lips against my skin and licks a massive stripe right through the goo on my belly. When he swallows it down, he lets out a deep groan from the back of his throat.
Miles likes the taste. Milesabsolutely loves it.
The realization seems to make him even more frantic, and he starts working his way back up my body, his tongue lapping up every single drop of his own slick mixed with my sweat.
