Page 61 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
His heated eyes zero in on my half chub, but he asks, “What’s your favorite color?”
I snort. “Really?” He just nods. “Purple and gold.”
“Gotta put some purple streaks in my golden hair, then,” he jokes, making me giggle. I’m fucking giggling now. The damn squawking wasn’t enough.
He gives me his back and bends down. His plump, round, juicy ass is the only thing existing in my world for the next six seconds. Then he turns toward me again and dangles one sock in the air.
“My favorite song is “Crazy” by Aerosmith,” I state, hurriedly gesturing for him to bend again so I can get another butt show.
“I didn’t ask you that.” He lowers the hand holding the sock.
“I can’t take it back. You have to give me the other sock.” I push my lower lip out.
“Alright.” He yields so easily. “But I ask. You answer. Those are the rules.”
I give him a military salute before enjoying the show again. Damn, I want to fuck that ass. But I won’t push him. I’ll give him all the time he needs. The wait will make the experience even more sweet.
He twists the socks in his hand before tossing them at me, and luckily, they end up on the floor a foot away from me.
“Don’t you have to toss the ball while you play?” I taunt him with a smirk.
“I ask the questions.” He narrows his eyes at me, and I chuckle. I haven’t had this level of fun in…forever. But with TJ, I always feel good one way or another.
“But you should know by now that I’m a defensive tackle, I hardly toss the ball.”
“Tackle. Got it.” I wink at him. I’ve never seen him play, so how would I know? He does talk about football with me, but he sweetly takes his time to explain the terminology related to the sport, whichforcesme to climb him like a tree. Every single time. Hence my still limited knowledge on the subject.
“Where were you before Lori?” His next question makes me click my tongue. It’s a hard one, I’m not ashamed, but also not proud of my past.
“On the street.”
He frowns. “Why?”
“Is that another question?”
“Yes!” He yanks his sweats down, remaining in a pair of Calvin Klein white, tight boxer briefs and his cap.
“I ran away from my foster family.” I swallow hard, pushing away the memories. When I open my eyes, TJ is in front of me. I can see he wants to know more, but I can’t go there right now. I don’t want to.
Playtime is over. I stand up and grab his hand, guiding him into my bedroom. He follows me without a word, and I feel grateful.
When we reach the bed, I spin around, turn his stupid cap backward and kiss him. Before he can wrap his arms around me, I sit at the foot of the bed and push the waistband of his boxers down. “Need to suck you off,” I tell him before swallowing his dick all the way down my throat.
“God, Spencer,” he growls, grabbing my hair and choking me on his cock just the way I like it. He fucks my face with long, slow drives of his hips, our eyes locked the whole time.
The adoring way he’s gazing at me is too much.He’s too much.I tap his thigh, and he immediately pulls off. “Everything okay?” His attentiveness is killing me.
I nod, while taking off my clothes. Then I pull him on the bed on top of me. My hands end up in his hair; the cap falls somewhere as I suck and lick on the sexy vein on his thick neck. He groans sliding his big, callous hands all over me.
I tell him to lie on the side, and I shift and do the same until my face is on his cock and his on mine. Sixty-nine has never been one of my favorite positions, but with TJ, everything we try is fireworks and bliss. Having his dick in my mouth, his delicioustaste, weight, and size while he strangles my cock in the hottest, tightest vise, it would have brought me to my knees if I wasn’t already lying down.
The wet sounds of our mouths and grunts and moans fill the bedroom. When he starts pulling on my balls, I can’t stop my hips from bucking. I slick my fingers with the saliva drooling down my mouth and brush them over his pucker. He groans and pushes his ass more firmly against my hand.
The tip of my finger spears the tight ring and then enters smoothly inside. Damn how much my dick wants that. I’d probably nut after two pumps inside him.
TJ rolls his tongue over my cockhead, and I let out a slutty noise, guiding his hand toward my ass.
I slide a second finger just as he slips one in me. He starts fucking himself on my fingers frantically while pounding my face at the same time.
