Page 49 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
His cheeks hollow around his finger as he drives it in and out his mouth, and I almost come right then and there.
He slides his finger out and says, “I can clearly see what you want in your eyes. Are you too scared to ask for it?”
The hand on my dick halts, and I grit my teeth at the thought of what I could get from him.
His hand keeps spreading jizz over his chest as he stares at me. Waiting. But my tongue won’t work. My head is fuzzy, body stiff. I feel like a caveman ready to pounce.
He smirks again, eyes glazed with lust. “I’ll lie down, and if you want what I think you want—straddling my face while my mouth sucks you dry—just take it.”
God have mercy on me.The hand holding my dick is trembling now. My whole fucking body is. I can barely control myself. And all because of this guy.
He shifts on the sofa, placing his head on the armrest, belly up, soft cock lying on his thigh, knees bent, hands at his sides. He’s a wet, hot sex dream, and I don’t want to waste even a second. I yank my sneakers, jeans, and boxer briefs off and straddle his shoulders—cautiously adjusting a bit, not wanting to hurt him with my big bulk.
My cock bumps against his lips, and he licks the tip with his wet tongue, making me grunt. It’s so fucking carnal seeing him like this, under me, at my mercy. The smug smirk on his beautiful face wakes up a wicked, lewd part of me that urges me to take and wrack him.
“Fuck my face, TJ,” he says darkly, opening his mouth wide.
Guided by immeasurable lust, I spread my legs wider, grab his damp hair, and feed him my whole dick, slowly but forcefully. When the tip hits the back of his throat, I stop and groan like a horny animal. Hot, wet, tight, squeezing paradise. No gag reflex.
Only one girl was ever able to take my entire size, but I had to rein my libido with her. I’m big and strong, could easily hurt her. That’s why even though engulfed in breathtaking pleasure, as soon as I see tears forming in Spencer’s eyes, I start pullingback. His hands fly upward and grab my ass, holding me there, pushing me even deeper.
“Holy shit!” I growl, tightening my grip on his hair. All I can think about is fucking his strangling throat fast and rough until I nut inside it.
He moans and hollows his cheeks, making me see stars. I drive out and then all the way back in—slowly. Fucking hell, I don’t want to leave this slutty mouth ever again. So good. So. Good.
“You can take it rough. Fuck, tell me you can take it,” I almost beg him.
He nods and tightens his throat around my cock again, sucking pre-cum out of my damn slit. It makes me feral.Fuck control.I start a merciless tempo, stretching his lips to the maximum as I fuck his eager mouth. I savor every gurgling sound, tear, and trail of saliva. My balls hit his chin with every thrust of my hips, and I feel so fucking high.
His tongue keeps working the underside of my dick while his fingers slide between my butt cheeks and find my puckered hole, brushing over it. Nobody has ever touched me there. Only me. And damn, it feels exhilarating. His soft finger on my sensitive hole makes me ram my cock even harder inside his throat.
I don’t need to rein in my strength with him, because he can fucking take it. More, he wants it. This is the best fucking blowjob of my life. When the tip of his finger breaches inside, it’s like a bomb goes off. I push all the way in and come like a freight train.
“Swallow!” I hiss completely lost in the ecstasy, as I spurt deep down his throat. And Spencer drinks it all, moaning his enjoyment, watery eyes filled with pleasure.
Damn, I can’t believe how amazing face fucking a guy is. I never completely let lust possess me before. It’s freeing, intoxicating. So much that I’m looking forward to doing it again.
I pull slowly out, still trembling, and I slide down his body until we are face-to-face. I remember to use my arms to hold myself up, not wanting to crush him under me.
“You…okay?” I pant.
“Fuck, yeah,” he rasps with a small smile. I look into his sparkling amber eyes, and I just can’t stop myself. I need to taste him.
My lips crush his, and my tongue invades his mouth. He freezes for a second but then melts under me. His lips are just as soft as a girl’s, but the hand gripping the back of my hair is bigger and stronger, adjusting my head to the left. I can feel his light stubble scratching my chin, and the way he kisses me back is commanding and imposing. It makes me fucking moan for him. All of the new sensations do. I once again let go and let him lead; he bites my lip and then licks it better before whispering, “Like the taste of our cum on my tongue?”
I feel my sedated dick twitch, telling me he could go for round two.
I smile. Sinking my tongue inside his mouth for a long, slow lick is my reply. We taste so fucking good, I never want to stop. The kiss grows all-consuming and I shudder against him, dick twitching next to his flaccid one.
My phone starts ringing inside my pants, and I reluctantly turn my head toward the discarded garment on floor.
“Answer it. I need to drink some water,” Spencer says, tapping my thigh. His gruff voice makes me feel quite proud of myself, urging me to sink my cock inside his throat again.
We untangle ourselves, and I unabashedly ogle his amazing bare ass wandering toward the kitchen. What would it feel like to sink inside that instead? It’s too soon. Way too soon.
When I finally grab my cell, it has stopped ringing, but my father’s name on the screen sends an arrow of poisonous dread straight into my chest. It spreads quickly, filling my lungs, making it hard to breathe.
I grab my clothes from the floor and yank them back on, leaving the button of the jeans open as I pull on my sneakers.
