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I used my thumb to spread precum over the head of my cock before placing it on his tongue, giving him his first taste. My usually unshakable self-control was tested as he remained perfectly still aside from a satisfied flutter of his eyelashes. The urge to grab hold of that soft blond hair and ram myself into his guts was blinding, but I oddly wanted to make this as enjoyable for him as it would be for me.
Maybe something was in the fried chicken…
I kept my voice soft. “I assume you’ve never done anything like this before, so I’m going to take over.” His eyelashes fluttered, and I couldn’t help but stroke his hair—petting him. “If you need me to stop, tap my leg three times, but otherwise, I want you to relax and enjoy yourself. And I promiseI’mgoing to enjoy anything you do.”
As soon as the words left my lips, I realized they were true. This man could probably do nothing but breathe on me and I’d spray him like a goddamn firehose. Again, that unfamiliar urge totake care of himflared up within me, but I quickly buried it, refocusing on my noble mission of introducing Butch to the wonderful world of sucking dick.
Hold on tight, sweetheart.
CHAPTER6
BUTCH
I hated feeling like a newbie at anything, usually preparing to the point of practically being an expert before I took my first step. I’d admittedly done a little research before tonight’s date—which flustered me to no end—but nothing could have prepared me forthis.
Xander wasn’t exaggerating about his size. We were fairly matched in that department, except he was uncut, which was something I hadn’t seen up close before, since all superheroes were required to get circumcised at birth.
Somehow, it makes him even hotter.
He was thick and long, with tempting veins along his length that I couldn’t wait to trace with my tongue, even though I’d never evenconsidereddoing anything like that before. Right now, I was trying to remain as still as possible, wanting to begood.
The weight of him on my tongue was thrilling, and the salty tastehad my dick uncomfortably straining against my zipper. But more than anything, his approval—his praise—was the drug I needed more of.
I’m already addicted.
“Okay, sweetheart, now close those perfect lips around my cock as I slide in and… oh,fuuuck!Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
I hadn’t, but it felt like second nature to tightly seal my lips around his dick and suck him in as far as he could go.
Give me all of it.
Xander began slowly thrusting, sliding his hardness against the inside of my cheeks, my jaw aching as I strained to accommodate him. Back and forth he went, clearly taking it slow, letting me explore him as much as I could with my tongue as he inched his way down my throat, so freakin’ far down…
Until I gagged.
Tensing, I looked up, unsure if the sound would gross him out… if it would make him immediately stop everything and leave my condo, and my life, forever.
I shouldn’t have worried. The look on his face wasprimal—barely contained lust and hunger, and something darker flickering beneath the surface. His jaw was clenching and his chest heaving as he breathed heavily through his nose, his hand tightening ever so slightly in my hair.
Maintaining eye contact, I moved forward, taking him deeper, making myself gag again.
“Je-sus,” he gritted out. “Youlikechoking on my cock, don’t you?” I nodded as best I could, gagging myself again. “Fuck. I am tryingto benicehere, Butch. But I want to fuckingownyou right now.”
I moaned, but he gripped my hair, stopping me as I tried to swallow him deeper. “Very well. Take off your shirt and get your cock out. I wanna watch you fuck your hand while I fuck your throat.”
He pulled out completely, taking a step back and stroking himself with my saliva while I tore off my dress shirt and wrestled my dick out of my jeans.
“Mmm… look at that big thick cock,” he licked his lips. “I can’t wait to drink your cum as you ride my face.”
“Sugar!” I gasped, desperately squeezing the base so I wouldn’t embarrass myself.
“I bet you taste like sugar,” he chuckled, stepping closer again. “Are you ready to find out what I taste like?”
Use your words, Butch.
“Yes,” I rasped, beginning to pump with my fist, squeezing so hard it hurt. “I want you to f-fuck my throat like you… own me.”
All humor left his face, his expression morphing into something almostinhumanas he roughly grabbed my hair, burying himself so deep, his balls slapped against my chin. Then he did it again, and again, making my eyes roll back in my head.
