Page 81 of The Dead Don't Talk
His panting washes over my chest hair and tickles me when I lean closer.
“Then get on your knees, baby.”
He whimpers and scrambles until he’s flipped over, that gorgeous ass of his in the air.
“Such a pretty hole,” I murmur as I grab his cheeks and spread them, exposing his puckered rim. “Tasty, too.”
His sudden intake of air feels like a direct hit to my own lungs when I dive in and lick him, swirling my tongue the way I know he likes.
“Oh, fuck, Wilson,” he rasps, his voice shot as he reaches back to palm my head and push me harder against him. I hum at the same time as I point my tongue, working the tip into his hole.
He gets louder and louder as I stretch him open, enough that he can fit two fingers.
“Fuck, Wilson.Please,” he begs and I back off. “Please let me come.”
“Not yet, baby.”
When I free my fingers from his body, he collapses to his side, his chest pumping with his panting.
I chuckle and take my time lining up my aching cock. The gel gives my length an extra pink tint, the scent of it like the sweet cherries I used to make it.
His hole is next, taking nearly a third slicked digit as he relaxes into it.
“I’m gonna get in behind you—”
“And make me come?”
I chuckle and settle at his back, my cock throbbing near his hole.
“You’re gonna sit with it inside you like we said. Just warm me, baby.”
He whines but arches his ass up for me when I tug on his hip.
Lining my cock up between his cheeks, I nudge his hole.
Getting the widest part of my head inside him without slamming home takes a lot more restraint than I thought but when I finally pops past that first ring, we both moan.
“So good, big guy,” he mumbles, rubbing his face against the pillow beneath his head.
I shove an arm under him.
I want his scent all over me.
He hums and rocks back against me, distracting me with the way his body slides over my length like my own personal fuckdoll. He takes me deeper, mewling as he fucks himself wide open.
When his ass cheeks meet my hips, we both freeze.
“Oh,fuuuuuuuck,” he moans out, arching his ass up and rotating his hips.
“Shit, Amo. I almost came.”
He does it again and I grab his hips, stilling him.
Maybe … just one.
Curling my fingers around the inside of his thigh, I spread his legs wide.
“Be a good boy and don’t touch your cock.” He whines and I nudge his head with mine. “Don’t touch it.”
