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“Uhh.” My hips push forward into his hand.
Then his fingers trail down to my nuts as he caresses them. “You like this too, don’t you? Having a guy play with you like this…”
I nod again, faster this time. “Yes. I know I shouldn’t want it… but I do.”
“I’ll give you whatever you want, Mr. Lockwood.”
Suddenly I feel him leaning forward, and his warm, wet mouth seals over the head of my cock. I gasp out loud while he sucks me hard then pops off.
“How does that feel?”
“Ohso good.”
He does it again, sucking on the tip of me like candy, pulling out a pulse of precum that makes my toes curl.
“You’re fucking delicious,” he growls, then sucks me again, using his tongue to really work up my shaft.
“God fucking damn.” I can’t help peeking down at him.
And I’m not at all surprised to find him already gazing up at me, with my hard cock sliding in and out of his perfect mouth.
He pulls off and scolds, “Eyes closed.”
Pouting, I close them, catching his grin as I do.
He continues to lick up and down my erection, his warm tongue leaving saliva all over me before he slurps me into his mouth once more, sucking deep, until I hit the back of his throat.
“Fuckyes.” I reach for his face, holding his jaw while he works me over, in and out, deeper and harder.
When he pulls off again, he rasps, “Can you tell this is a man’s mouth sucking the life out of your cock, Mr. Lockwood?”
I hum, shifting my hips up to him again. “Ben, it’s you. It’s your mouth I want to live in for fucking ever. Nothing has ever felt as good asyoudo.”
He pauses for a moment, and I don’t give a fuck about the game. I open my eyes to look down at him while he gazes up at me from his knees, wide chest moving with heavy breaths.
“That’s exactly how I felt,” he whispers. My head cocks. “That first night, two years ago. When you were on your knees where I am right now. I didn’t give a flying fuck that you were a man… I just never wanted the feeling to stop.”
“Baby,” I breathe, and this time we keep our eyes together as he takes me back into his mouth.
Steadily, he works up and down, sucking hard and growling on me, his lashes fluttering when my head pushes into the back of his throat. Holding his jaw, I push myself deeper, and he gags a little, but then he moans on my cock, writhing into me for more.
“You suck so good, Ben Harper,” I tell him, fisting his golden hair while he throats my dick until I’m about to burst.
But then he pulls off, eyes sparkling up at me while he breathes heavily.
“I want you to fuck me,” he growls. “Please, baby.”
“Tell me what you want.” My fingers brush his jaw and down his throat while he swallows.
“I want you to stuff me with this big dick.” He climbs back up onto the couch. I’m immediately reclining so he can straddle me. “I want to look in your eyes while you come so deep inside me it takes days for it all to leak out.”
“I fucking love you so much,” I whisper, ripping his t-shirt over his head.
“I love you, baby.” He yanks my pants off the rest of the way. “Make me naked?”
I grin lazily, shoving his sweatpants down until his massive dick flops out onto mine. He squirms out of them the rest of the way, pressing our heated flesh together. The warmth we make when we’re wrapped up like this is so fucking satisfying. I could stay like this forever.
Of course it would never happen like that. We’re insatiable, that much is clear.
