Page 125 of Seeing Grayscale

Tears squirt out of the corners of my eyes while he slowly sets a pace, humping my dick. “Please,” I beg him.

He holds my throat, snatches up my lips, and scrapes his beard all over my face. It’s so fucking hot. I rock with him, following his movements and trying to force the orgasm out of me. His tongue tangles with mine, making a point to tease my tongue ring, and heat quickly builds where we are connected.

A layer of light sweat covers both of us, our breaths and noises are all I can hear. Even the dull buzz has faded. It’s just him and me, our bodies, our passion, our love.

I can’t get enough.

I grab him wherever I can, urging him faster and harder. His muscles flex, his shoulders rippling and slippery. I suck his bottom lip between my teeth, groaning when his eyes flutter in their sockets.

“I’m going to squeeze, okay?”

“Squeeze?” The hand around my neck tightens. “Okay,” I gasp.

“You feelso good, sweetheart. When I’m close, I’m going to take the toy off, and I want you to come.”

“Okay. Okay.” I’m delirious.

He smiles. “Perfect.”

There’s a tingling in my skull, my eyes droop as he applies more pressure to my throat. I can still breathe, but he’s definitely controlling how much. I’ve never paid much attention to the faces someone makes when they’re lost in pleasure. Granted, I usually couldn’t look, but Hunter holds every emotion in his gaze. His hunger for me, his deep approval of everything we’re doing, and how good this feels for him.

I feel like a god and I’m the one laying here, toy stuffed between my asscheeks, and being denied an orgasm.

It’s amazing.

And it’sme.

I’m doing this.

I’m the one who’s going to make him come.

“Hunter,” I whine when he holds our cocks together and shuttles his hips faster.

“Almost, love. Almost.”

“Fuck me.”

With one final squeeze of my throat, he quickly drops his hand and pulls the toy off me. The flood of blood to my cock, the rush from having air, and the slick glide of his dick over mine does me in. I comehard.My entire body bows. Legs in the air, back arching, and the noise that explodes from my throat borders on painful. Pulse after pulse shoots from my slit. When I glance down, watching him milk more from both of us, another mini jolt shoots from my ass to my dick.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you did so good for me.”

I’m limp—deceased—and this man shimmies down my body to lick up my sweat and cum. “I can’t feel my nuts,” I slur.

He chuckles, kisses my sensitive cockhead, and crawls back up my body. “One more?”

“More?”

“You can give me one more.” He cups my balls and rolls them gently. “Definitely can give me one more.”

“Is this a kink or something?” I ask, breathless and my dick tingling at the idea.

“Or something.” A sweet smile. “I love making you feel good, Gray. And I love your cock.” Gentle fingers drag up and down my shaft, and the damn traitor starts to firm up. “Just one more, alright?”

“Only if you do too.”

“Deal.”

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