Page 21 of Cocky Bastard

There were so many things I wanted, I didn’t know where to begin.

I whimpered as Austin released one nipple and skated his fingers over to the other side of my chest. “Do you want to be good for me, kitten?” Austin asked as he grazed his lips across my ear, nipping the soft, sensitive lobe.

“Yes!” I groaned, feeling the hard press of his cock against mine. God, I wanted to suck it. I missed the feeling of his cock stretching my lips wide. “Can I suck you? Please.”

“Of course. I’m never going to say no to that pretty mouth.”

My knees buckled and I sank to the floor much harder than I’d intended, wincing as my knees thudded against the plush carpet. Austin looked down at me with concern, but I nodded and reached for the button on his jeans. The dark fabric was already straining over his impressive bulge and my mouth watered at the prospect of getting his cock inside me.

I tugged his jeans and boxers down, freeing Austin’s thick cock. He groaned as I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, guiding it towards my waiting mouth. I hummed with satisfaction at the weight of his dick on my tongue and the way my lips stretched around him.

Austin cursed, his fingers sliding into my hair, using me more for balance than anything else. “Fuck, baby. That’s it. Take my cock. Mmm, good boy. Fuck, your mouth feels so good. Love the way you suck me.”

I groaned around his shaft because I loved the way he praised me. There was just something about it that hit some button inside me and turned me into a pile of goo. I sucked him deeper, using one hand to pump the base of his shaft at the same rate I bobbed my head, making sure I worked every inch of his perfect cock.

Austin groaned, more filthy praise filling the air around us and mingling with the wet, sucking sounds of his cock in my throat. It made my dick ache as it strained against the front of my jeans, begging for attention.

“That’s enough,” Austin said, gently tugging me off his cock. I whined pathetically at the loss because as soon as my knees had hit the floor, I’d dissolved into a needy cock slut and having it taken away from me was almost physically painful. “I know, I know. Trust me, baby, you won’t be empty for long.”

I huffed out a desperate moan as I looked up at him. His perfect dick was inches away from my mouth, glistening with spit, and it would be so easy to reach out and touch him. Austin saw me looking and smirked as he held out his hand, helping me to my feet like a gentleman before capturing my mouth in a filthy kiss.

“Get undressed and get on the bed,” he murmured. “On all fours. I want you on your knees for me.”

I’d never moved so fast. It was a good thing Austin had already opened my shirt or I’d have ripped it open and woken up tomorrow to find my favourite Vivienne Westwood shirt in pieces.

Austin slowly removed his own clothing, but he seemed more interested in watching me than getting undressed. “You’re so gorgeous,” he said as I slid my boxers off and finally released my cock from its constricting prison. “I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of looking at you.”

My brain short-circuited, leaving me at a loss with my mouth hanging open because that wasn’t something you said to a casual fuck. But I didn’t know how else to respond other than, “Thanks.”

“You know, sweetheart, if you stand there and stare at me, you’re not going to get fucked.” He winked at me, and just like that the moment was gone. I wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or not. Either way, the whole interaction had thrown me and left me spinning in a daze.

All I could do was follow his instructions.

I climbed slowly on the bed, showing off my perfect, toned ass for him, spreading my knees just enough to give him a glimpse of my hole and my taint.

“Fucking beautiful, kitten.” His footsteps padded on the carpet as he closed the gap between us, and my breath caught as he trailed one hand lightly down my spine and caressed my ass. My pulse thundered in my ears and I was suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of my body.

Sometimes when he was being an idiot or a prick, I forgot exactly what it was that made Austin the central fantasy of so many men, both through a camera and in reality. But it was in these moments when he’d caught my attention with nothing but a simple touch and his voice that I felt it.

Austin Carter owned my fucking soul.

And I was never going to get it back.

CHAPTER NINE

Austin

Kane was so fuckingbeautiful like this, naked on all fours, spread out and waiting for me.

The way his breath caught when I trailed my fingers down his spine… the way he arched into my touch when I caressed his ass… and the way he whimpered when I gently pulled his cheeks apart and ran my tongue down his crack.

I’d never get over it.

“Taste so fucking good, sweetheart,” I said, lifting my head for a moment as I tried to find a comfortable position to eat his ass. Kane’s bed was too high off the floor for me to kneel and I’d only be able to bend my neck and spine down for so long without hurting myself. It seemed like the beautiful ass buffet in front of me was going to be less of an all I could eat and more what I could grab before my body started bitching.

Kane groaned as I lowered my mouth and flicked my tongue over his hole, teasing the sensitive furled skin. There was a distinct difference between eating ass in porn, where things hadto look good, and eating ass one-on-one, for the pleasure of your partner, and I was proud to say I’d mastered both.

I sucked and licked his pretty hole, pressing my tongue inside and feeling him relax around me. I slid one hand between his legs and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock, smirking as Kane gasped and pushed back onto my face. Fuck, I loved it when he rode my tongue.

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