Page 122 of Strange Lad

Popping off for a split second, he tells me with heat, “Do not deny me your fucking cum. I want it.” And he swallows me whole.

Clinging to his head and shoulder, my cock kicks, the orgasm splitting me in two. My hips buck against him, and my head flies back in a silent scream. Jorge mewls, sending vibrations up my length, dragging his tongue while he takes everything I have. My cum, my heart, my goddamn soul. He siphons it all out of me until I’m boneless, collapsing forward and catching myself on the bed. Warm lips hit my stomach; needy noises hit my ears.

“Babe,” he purrs, stroking my hips and caressing my back. “Beautiful. That was so so good. I want more. Please.”

My spent dick tries to rally and fails. I slide down to my knees, pressing my face into his chest, and ignore the stab of his slick dick poking me. I cling to him, needing to collect myself because I’m riding high on the orgasm afterglow. Jorge kisses the top of my head, swiping gentle fingers down my sweaty shoulder blades.

“That turned me on so much. I’m a total cockslut, aren’t I?” he asks, serious as death.

I lift my head, and he steals my lips. He tastes like my cum. “Only for me.”

He nods eagerly, tugging on me. I let him guide me onto the bed, crawling over him. I’m fucking putty right now, completely at his mercy. “Only you,” he agrees, stealing endless kisses. “I want to try something.”

“What?”

“Lay down on your back.”

I reel back, eyeing him suspiciously. My instinct is to question him, but this is Jorge.MyJorge. I roll onto my back beside him. He bites his lip, his eyes immediately land on my flaccid cock. He wiggles down my body, still at my side, and lines his face up with it.

“I— Is it weird I just want it in my mouth?” he asks shyly with a cute blush.

I finger his chin, pinch it, and shake my head. “No.”

“Is that okay? Can I keep it in my mouth?”

Fuck.

“Yes, kitten.”

He sighs happily, presses his cheek to my thigh, and sucks my spent dick into his mouth. Spooning me and holding me close, he moans a little, humping my leg, but I understand what he wants. That nearness, that intimacy. I pet his hair while he warms my cock, happy to just relax in our bubble. Long minutes pass like this before he starts to suck. It starts weak, almostteasing, but he gets impatient, working his tongue up and down, up and down.

“Mmm,” I let the moan out, still petting his hair, giving it little tugs now and then.

When I’m hard again, he lifts on his elbow and sucks me in earnest, still humping me desperately. “That’s enough. Come here."

With a sad little pout, he lifts his mouth. He eyes my dick like he does his Pop Rocks, then sneaks a lick in before crawling back up to my face. I’ve created a monster. I grab his jaw, desperate for a taste, and kiss him hard. Tossing a leg over my hips, he seeks out my dick with his own, rubbing us together. He really is a kitten. My little kitten in heat. I flip us so he’s on his back, banding his legs around me.

“Where is your lube?” I murmur, dragging my lips down his jaw to nibble his ear.

“Ughn. Top…drawer.”

Blindly reaching for it, I am too far away, so I peel our faces apart. I find the lube in his drawer and a cute little plug. I pull it out, studying the girth, and tsk him. He shrugs innocently.

“You have been using this?”

“Obviously,” he huffs.

“Is it comfortable?” I move to rest on my knees between his legs. Gently urging him to bend, I get him spread and exposed before lubing up the plug.

“Y-Yeah. I like…it,” he moans when I push the tip against his hole.

“But you’re so tight.”

“Good god, that never gets old,” he cries out.

“Do you like being too tight for me?”

He nods fast, panting and lifting his legs to his chest. His pretty little cock is hard, wedged between his thighs and leaking all over his belly. “F-Fuck, O-Oli,” he whines.

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