Page 23 of His Coveted Obsession

“I don’t expect you to be a porn star, but I do expect you to put in the effort.”

With a firm grip, he wrapped his hot and wet mouth around me, and I groaned. Already, I knew I wanted more of this—more of him. This was so much better than my hand, though I didn’t mind masturbating when the need arose, which was all the time. I would do this with Thomas as often as possible if he’d let me.

Part of me wondered if I would hate being touched by him during sex, but it was the opposite.

I ran my fingers through his soft curls, then held his head steady as I pumped into him, fucking his delicious mouth. The gagging and gurgling reminded me of all the times I slit the throats of other men, but this was the first time I got turned on by the sounds.

His eyes watered, but they never wavered from my face, allowing me to see how much pleasure he got from sucking me off.

When his face turned red, I pulled out, and he gasped for air, leaving a long trail of saliva. “Can you take it?” I asked.

He licked his lips and nodded. “Yes.”

I slid back into his mouth, making my toes curl. His hands explored my legs, and then he fondled my nuts, gently tugging on them and rolling them around. The pressure was unreal, filled with electric heat coursing throughout my body. But I was getting too close, so I pulled out.

“I need to fuck you.”

“Please.”

I lifted him by his head, took one quick look at how swollen his lips were, and pulled him into a quick kiss before shoving him onto the bed.

“How do you want me?” he asked.

“With your ass in the air. I want to watch my cock slide in and out of you.”

“Jesus… yes. You’resohot and sexy, East.”

“I feel that way. I feel powerful.”

Thomas crawled into my bed and fell onto his stomach.

“I don’t want to open you up. I just want to slam into you.” Where did the growling come from? I didn’t know, but I liked the animalistic feel of it all.

I roved my hand over his smooth, bubbly butt, eager to get in there.

“Well, it’s been a while, so, ah, maybe take it easy the first time?”

“Hmm, I’ll do my best, but I don’t have a lot of patience.”

I bent down and pressed my nose to his crease, taking a deep breath of him, smelling of arousal and fresh soap, pleased that he didn’t wear cologne. I was very picky about certain smells.

When I bit the fatty part of his ass, he yelped, and I licked away the sting. “Butt up.”

He lifted himself, and I sat on the edge of the bed to grab a condom I had ready on my nightstand. “You’re going to get tested, so I don’t have to use condoms.”

“Okay.”

“I’m clear because this is my first time.”

“I trust you.”

Once the condom was rolled on, I grabbed the small lube bottle and poured some into my hand. I set it down and spread the oil over his hole before inserting a finger.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“No, should I be?” Was I supposed to be nervous if he asked me that?

“Not at all. I just wanted to make sure.”

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