Page 120 of Strange Lad

“I’m kissing youeverywhere.” Palms meet my hips, I spinagain, and Oli drops to one knee.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

I swear to god I lose consciousness for two seconds when his lips wrap around my cockhead. My palm slaps against the wall, the other holding his shoulder so I don’t fall over. Wet heat envelopes my length, slick suction follows around the tip, and when his tongue dips into my slit, tasting me, I rise on my tiptoes again. Oli’s eyes are on me as he releases my dick with a salaciously wet pop and sucks one of my balls into his mouth.

“Oli,” I whine, my arms wobbling, knees buckling.

Giving the other one equal attention, he grips my ass in two firm handfuls, kneading the muscle and teasing my hole with the tips of his fingers. My nuts draw up tight, pressure building in my lower stomach. “Babe,” I warn. I don’t want to shoot him in the damn eyeball.

He lifts my sensitive nuts and licks my taint. My legs widen naturally, trying to get that tongue lower. “Go on that side,” he rumbles.

I do as he says, standing on the opposite end of the shower. The water hits his back as he makes me turn around. With both of my hands on the wall, I instinctively pop my ass out. God, there will never be a time when I don’t remember this insanely sexy shower.

Kissing my right asscheek and then the left one, Oli moans against my skin. He nuzzles me, stroking my quads and nibbling my cheeks while his beard pricks me. I glance down at my straining dick. It’s so red and angry looking, the tip damn near purple. “Please,” I beg with zero shame.

“Bend over more, baby. Let me see you.”

My eyelids flutter as my eyes roll in pleasure. I fold in half, pressing my ass right in his face. “I’m going to eat you out, kitten. And I want you to come just from my tongue. Can you do that?” he asks, swiping a wet digit over my fluttering hole.

“Yes.”

“Because this sweet hole is just too small for cock. We have to get you ready.”

Oh, fucking fuck.“That is so hot,” I whine.

Breath whispers over my ass, and then he spreads my cheeks open as wide as they will go. I brace myself, ready to discover for myself what all the hype is around rimming. No amount of research was ever going to prepare me, though. Iscreamwhen his tongue swipes over me. Hot and demanding, tasting and so fucking wicked.

“Jesusfuckingchrist,” I rush out, slapping my palms against the wall again as sensation rushes through me.

Oli licks and spears my hole like he was born to do it. Like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. His moans of pleasure, his bruising grip on my cheeks, and the scrape of his beard as hedevours my ass have pulse after pulse of precum gushing out of me. I’m going to die. Die and come.

“Babe, make me come. Fuck. Please.”

He doubles his efforts, hammering his tongue in and out of me like a cock. I start to shake, my vision whiting out. The telltale signs of my pending orgasm take me in a rush, consuming every brain cell I have into one singular thought.Come.

I grind back against his mouth, riding his face like an animal, and when he sucks at my hole, I see fucking stars. My dick fires off with angry spurts, splashing the tile, and I whine and whimper through it. It’s so intense it’s almost painful, and to think just histonguedid this to me.

What’s his dick going to be like?

“My sweet,sweetkitten,” he praises, kissing my hole. “I think you might be ready for my finger now.”

My eyes round. “What?”

Oli

Rain

Does he not realize howlongI have wanted to do this? With him specifically?

Jorge is the object of my desires, he’s my fucking dream come true, and I’m not wasting another moment being trapped inside fear when I have him spread out like some divine meal before me.

I want him, and I’m going to have him.

Giving his pretty hole one more long, tonguing kiss, I force myself to release his cheeks and rise to my feet.

On my way up, I grab the discarded soap and wash my body. I’m too excited and jacked up on lust to care about my hair right now. Jorge gawks at me, cheeks dark and lips red and kiss-swollen. Wincing as I scrub my cock, I try to keep my cool. I almost came when he did, having to will my dick to behave. God, the sounds he made and the way he loved every second of it was perfect. He is perfect.

“Are we going to fuck?” he asks, smearing some leftover cum off his cock.

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