Page 39 of Sweet Shots

His mouth falls open, his pupils blown wide. He turns to look at the headboard, and I lean in close.

“Don’t think about it. Just listen to me. Trust that I’ve got you. Clean up your cum and put my cock in your mouth.”

He blinks again, and when his eyes open, they’re back on me with a completely different look. Excitement. Awe, maybe. I drop my hand and he goes to the bed.

“Let’s go. Clean it up.” I gesture to the headboard, where his cum is dripping down onto my pillows. Maybe I won’t even clean those up. I wouldn’t hate sleeping on a pillow that’s been cummed on by Mikah.

He climbs onto the mattress, bending over almost how he was before, sticks his tongue out, and laps up his mess.

“Good boy, baby. Yes, just like that. Use that tongue to clean that mess. Fuck, you’re being so good.”

The more I praise him, the more he lets go. The tensing in his shoulders releases and it’s almost like he forgets himself. Where he is. Who he is. Why he’s so fucking stressed out in the first place—which I would love to know, by the way. I’ll get it out of him one day, but today won’t be that day.

“Good job, baby. Now, my cock. On your knees for me.”

He gets off the bed, dropping to his knees and doesn’t hesitate to take my dick into his mouth. It softened when he freaked out, but seeing him lick up his own cum has me harder than diamonds.

“You are so good to me,” I mutter, my head falling back. “Yes, just like that. Suck harder, baby. Right there. Right fucking there.”

His tongue runs along the underside of my dick in a back-and-forth motion that’s driving me wild. My legs are shaking and if he keeps doing that, I’m bound to fall on my ass.

“You want my cum in your mouth? Want to swallow all mine too?”

He doesn’t respond, so I grasp his chin and force him to look up. God, he’s beautiful with my dick in his mouth.

“I expect answers when I ask a question.”

He makes a show of pulling my dick from his mouth, then a bigger show of licking his lips clean.

“I want you to fuck me and come in my ass.”

Fucking hell.

I grit my teeth. “Get on the fucking bed then,” I say sharply.

Mikah crawls onto the bed, looking at me. Waiting for direction.

“Take them off.” I point to his briefs. “And tell me how you want it. Hard and fast from behind? Or do you want to look at my face while I make you come again?”

His eyes flutter shut for a split second before he forces them open.

“Behind. Hard as y-you can.”

“You know what to do,” I say, getting onto the bed as he bends over. I get the lube and put more on my hand, shoving my finger back into his ass. When he’s moaning and thrusting into my hand, I add a second finger, fucking him and twisting them, scissoring them to make room for my dick. When he’s good with that, I add a third finger.

“I think you’re just about ready.”

“Yes,” he breathes out. “Please, just fuck me. Please, dammit.”

I chuckle as I lube my dick up and move behind him. We chose to forgo condoms, because we were both tested and clean, and it makes the videos more fun because they get messy.

“Make it hurt,” he says.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Please,” he whines.

I run my hand over the lower part of his back, lining my dick up with his hole.

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