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His hand squeezes his length in a tight grip and I’m unable to resist any longer. As I slide down the bed before him, I take him by surprise when I wrap both of my hands around his shaft and guide his engorged head into my mouth, sucking as if my life depended on it.
His body moves on its own accord, pumping into my mouth as his hands clench into fists. I’m turned on again by how unrestrained he is, unable to control his movements. He may be using my mouth for his pleasure, but I know he’s giving me the power I want now.
Keeping one hand rooted at the base of his cock, I wrap my other around his balls and trail my tongue down his shaft, taking one of his balls in my mouth.
“Mother fuckin’ shit,” he groans, widening his stance as he leans in closer, giving me better access to him.
“Mmm,” I moan, trailing my tongue over to the other side and doing the same. His hands wrap in the strands of my long hair, holding me against him, but not controlling the movement. My hand fists his aching cock, pumping him up and down as I run my tongue over the sensitive flesh back up toward his tip before I suck him back into my mouth.
“Goddamn, Ryan,” he groans, pumping into me over and over.
With my head tilted back and my tongue running beneath his hard length, he takes over sliding in and out of my mouth. Each stroke growing more and more urgent with his need to cum.
The look of pleasure mixed with pain on his face has my body taking over, wanting to see the pain fall away and replaced with the euphoria that he gave me a few minutes ago. With my lips wrapped tightly around him, he forces two hurried thrusts followed by a stream of swear words.
His eyes squeeze shut, tilting his head back. He lets out a deep grunt, rocking through me as I let out a moan, tasting his release.
He leans forward, pressing his mouth against mine. His tongue seeks mine, and I moan knowing his release is still on my tongue.
“You are a dirty little Rebel,” he mumbles against my mouth. “I don’t even want to know where you learned that. I don’t want to picture you giving this to anyone but me, but fuck, it felt so good.”
He pulls me to stand, pressing me against him as his hand slides down, gripping my bare ass. Squeezing the flesh in his hands, he slaps his hand down on my right cheek.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he mutters, wrapping his hands around my thighs.
I run my fingers through his short hair, focusing on nothing but the feel of him pressed against me as he carries me to the bathroom.
I’ve wanted this man for as long as I can remember, and the thought of him leaving again makes my heart ache.
