Page 40 of Don't Scare Me, My Love

I grabbed his balls and squeezed them lightly in my hands.

His moans finally filled the room, letting me know I had chosen the right treatment today. Whenever he enjoyed what I was doing, he didn’t hold back the sounds of his pleasure.

My lips and hands traded places. I sucked his balls into my mouth while my fingers ran up and down his shaft.

He held his breath for a moment before even louder moans escaped his body. I knew by now that he liked to be rimmed, blown, and fucked, but nothing made him moan like when I sucked on his balls.

His hands clenched into fists and slammed into the couch. “Oh, damn, Jason…”

I swirled my tongue around his balls before sliding it down to his crack. He leaned back and lifted his legs to give me more access. My hands raced up and down his cock, just as my tongueworked up and down, constantly alternating between licking his ass and sucking on his balls.

His breathing increased. His eyes wandered between me and the ceiling as if trying to hide that he was about to come soon, knowing I might stop otherwise. The lust in his eyes as his brows curled when I stopped right before his orgasm, the begging to go on, the cries of excitement when he finally got his release, and how he cuddled up to me afterward because the delayed orgasm was three times as intense as a regular one—that was usually what would make me stop right now.

Not today.

I wrapped my lips around his dick and bobbed my head up and down. My right hand took over playing with his balls, my left hand massaging his perineum. He panted. His mouth grew wider and wider, his eyes fixed on me.

“Jason, I’m… about to…what?”

I kept going. His head slumped against the back of the couch as his entire body shook. He held his breath for a moment, the room falling silent before the heaviest moan flooded the hotel—and his cum filled my mouth.

Four spurts—each one making his dick throb and his legs shake more than the one before—right down my throat.

“Jason…” He panted, his hands rushing to my head as if he wanted to pull me off because I had made a mistake. “What?”

It wasn’t one. I’d waited long enough for when he was so used to being edged that he wouldn’t expect to get off on the first try. Today was all abouthimrelaxing. This was abouthishorniness,hisdick,hispleasure.

When he calmed down, I let his dick slide out of my mouth, being careful not to spill his cum. I looked at him, and just as his arched eyebrows announced he was wondering if I was going to spit it out, I swallowed his entire load.

His dick twitched and flopped up, squeezing out another drop of cum. “You’re killing me.” His right hand rushed to his cock, gripping it tight. “How did I deserve that?”

I pushed myself up. Now, towering over him as he lay naked, but for his shirt, on the couch in front of me, I hovered my face close above him.

“You deserve everything,” I whispered.

He sat up and pressed his mouth to my lips. “Your turn,” he said, but I pulled away with a grin.

“No need,” I replied. “Today was all about you.”

“But you’re hard, too.” He reached for my bulge.

The feeling of his hand on my dickwasa good one.

“How about this? Let’s eat first. But you’ll stay naked.” I nodded at his exposed dick. “And whenever I feel ready, I’ll take the lead.”

“But you won’t tell me when that’s going to happen?” His dick twitched again, growing back in size.

“You love that, don’t you?”

He nodded. “I loveyou.”

“I love you, too.”

EIGHT

JACK, THE RIPPER (THE DATE, PART ONE)

NICHOLAS

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