Page 61 of The Prodigal Son

His tongue laps at the tight ring and I melt into the mattress. Humming with every stroke of his tongue, he seems to delight in my pleasure.

“Please,” I beg when his lips kiss wet circles around the base of my length. “I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” he mumbles lazily.

I bark out a laugh. “Fuck you, Jensen. You know exactly what I’m ready for.”

“I know, but I want to hear you say it.”

“You’ve been edging me all fucking day.”

“Say it, Isaac,” he commands.

“Fuck me, please.”

“Not yet,” he replies mercilessly, and I want to curse at him.

He hums as he brings his lips to the head of my dick and slowly engulfs the hard shaft. I bite my bottom lip to keep from letting out some embarrassing sound. It doesn’t work. I still release a slew of garbled noises that resemble words.

Slowly massaging my sack in his hands, he bobs his perfect, sinful mouth up and down on my cock. I’m writhing, my eyes still closed as I grip the pillows on the bed in my tight fists.

Then he presses his finger around my saliva-covered hole, and I stop moving. Knees parted and pulled up, I breathe as he leisurely teases the entrance. Still sucking my cock, he continues to edge me.

“I could worship this cock all night,” he says after pulling his mouth away. Those words send a shot of heat down my spine.

“You’re torturing me. You know that, right?” I ask, staring down at him, sprawled out on my bed.

“Yes, I do. But I’m enjoying myself,” he says before drawing his tongue up the length of my cock again.

I think I’m going to explode or go mad when he finally asks, “Where do you keep the lube?”

“Nightstand drawer,” I say with relief.

“And condoms?”

“Yes.”

He leaves my cock to reach into the drawer. It gives me a minute to breathe, collapsed on the bed in anticipation. Riffling through the nightstand, he finds the pack of condoms and a bottle of lube, tossing both on the bed before returning to his spot between my legs.

The torture continues as he kisses and licks my balls again. When he reaches for the lube, it’s a miracle. He spreads it generously on his fingers before hiking my legs up higher.

Slowly, he works himself in, and it’s such a relief I could cry. He strokes with one finger until I’m begging him again.

“More,” I groan with my head thrown back.

“Patience, baby.”

I don’t want to be patient. I want to be fucked.

Finally, Jensen eases in a second finger, working me open to accommodate him. I reach down to stroke my cock as he’s prepping me, but he bats my hand away.

“I’ll take care of you,” he says defensively.

“Really? Because right now, you’re killing me.”

With a smirk, he kisses my inner thigh. Then, a third finger stretches my hole even more, and I’m finally as ready as I can be.

Jensen moves up to his knees, dropping the towel to reveal his throbbing erection. He gives it a lazy stroke as he reaches forthe condoms. I watch as he tears one open and slides the rubber onto his length. Then he takes a moment to slather it with lube and even adds a bit more to my ass.

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