Page 46 of Penalty Zone

“Take me in as far as you can.” He palms my skull and guides me forward.

I’ve done research, and the mechanics seem simple, but he’s so big. He’s thicker than I am and longer too. I take him into my throat and try to swallow but choke, and my eyes tear, so it’s hard to see.

He pulls his hips back, taking his length halfway out, but his cock remains heavy on my tongue.

“That was amazing for your first time. You make me proud.”

I preen with watery eyes, vowing to practice and learn to control my gag reflex.

“Go ahead and explore me. Then I’m going to fuck your mouth.” His finger runs along the corner of my lips, and I close my eyes. This is the dream I never want to wake from.

Inhaling his musk, I find every vein and dip along his cock and nuzzle his balls, sucking them one at a time. He tastes like he smells, like rich cedarwood, earthy musk, and salty deliciousness.

His balls tighten, and he’s gone in a flash.

“I won’t last if you keep doing that.” He strokes himself, and I’m jealous of his hand.

“Come here, Good Boy. Do you want to know what it’s like to get your face fucked?” he asks, and my head bobbles as if it’s barely attached. “Are you going to drink my load? I’ve been saving it for you.”

Dead. I’m dead. Leo’s dirty talk has killed me, but I’m determined to stay conscious for a little while longer to die with his release inside me.

My mouth stretches, and he rubs the side of my jaw. “Relax. Let me do all the work.”

That’s the only warning I get before he thrusts in, and I gurgle around him. His eyes glow amber as he becomes the hunter taking his prey. My body goes lax in submission, willing to be his in every way and give him what he needs.

I lose myself in his hypnotic stare and the rhythm of his hips. My sole purpose is to take his cum. My eyes drift closed.

“Eyes on me. Let me see your pretty face.” His voice is rough and hoarse, dragged up from his chest.

He called me pretty, but he’s larger than life—a superhero hockey god. Even on my knees, it doesn’t seem possible I’m the one he wants.

This time when his balls draw up, he gasps for air. “Open your throat.”

I panic for a minute, remembering how to relax as he drives relentlessly into me. As soon as his thick cum spurts down my throat, I swallow and swallow and swallow. I wonder if people have different amounts of cum because this seems excessive, like a dinosaur amount.

“Fuck.” Leo bends over me, using my head to keep himself upright. “I think my soul came out of my cock.”

That would explain it. I lick the sides of his shaft, trying to find every trace of his release. His cum’s so savory; it’s the best thing I’ve ever devoured, and I wish it would live in my body forever. I’ve officially achieved a life goal of tasting Leo’s cum, and I’llnever be the same. Some addicts say they get hooked from one hit, and I already envision Leo as a hard-core habit.

“You took it all,” he says in awe, and a shiver runs through him, but I clamp my lips on his dick so it won’t leave me. “Where did you come from?” he asks, draping himself over my back.

After another minute of us catching our breath, he gingerly pulls out. “Such a Good Boy, but open your mouth.”

His cock belongs in my mouth, but he’s going to take it out.

I grumble but obey. Only because he called me a Good Boy. I don’t want to ruin that. He fixes his pants and sits down.

“Spectacular.” He takes my hands in his, and suddenly I no longer feel satisfied. His aura isn’t red, and it blinks out completely. I know that happens when I get stressed, but I hate not being able to read him.

Leo sighs. Everything good evaporates.

What was I thinking? He’s too good for me.

Leo opens his mouth to speak, but I’m out the door before any words make it to my ears.

Chapter 21

Leo

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