Page 35 of One More Time

Right now, I can only focus on how much I want this, on getting him off. On making him moan. On showing him how good this can be for him if he just lets himself go. To show him how gay he really is.

My hand cups his cock and balls, jiggling them in my palm, and Jude’s cheeks flush even darker.

“I can’t come like this. I can’t get hard.”

“Oh, you can and you will,” I say and then I lead him toward the bed and push him down onto it.

He scrambles back, trying to put up a fight, but I pull him into me, pushing his knees into his chest and gripping his legs tightly. I’m still fully clothed, and I regret it immensely, but this isn’t about me. This is about showing him.

I’m gonna fuckingshow him.

“Oh my god,” he says when I lean down and bring his balls into my mouth, savoring the feel and taste of him.

Jude fucking Martin in my goddamn mouth.

The most closeted guy I’ve ever known.

And he’s beneath me, writhing.

Look at how gay that is. Fucking fags.

The memory of his voice repulses me, makes my skin crawl and tingle.

I glance up and meet his gaze, my tongue flicking across his hole. Fuck, why does he taste so damn good? He should be disgusting, but he isn’t. When he sat on my face, I almost came from the taste of him alone.

Goddamn him.

He arches up, his legs pulled further into his chest as I lift his hips and feast. My tongue spears into him, his hole slacking around me.What a greedy little ass, I think as I rim him, fuckhim hard with my tongue, wetting him, making him moan and whimper.

He hates this and loves it.

Just like I do.

I shift him even higher, my face buried between his cheeks as I bring him close to the edge, his cock jerking inside the cage. It’s trying to get hard, but it can’t.

Hell yes. Try, you fucker.

I kiss his hole before flipping him onto his stomach. I lift his hips into the air, putting him on all fours and then spreading his cheeks and diving back in. He pushes back against my face, making delicious delirious noises I should despise, that I should hate, but I don’t. I fucking don’t. They’re only making my dick harder. Making me want more than a rim job.

I want to fuck him.

I want to slide my dick into his hole and keep him on it for hours.

My teeth sink into the flesh of his ass as my thumb rubs against his now-slippery hole.

His face is buried in a pillow, his hips shifting back and forth as if he’s looking for friction, but he can’t find it. And he won’t.

“Please unlock me,” he grunts, and I bite my bottom lip hard, wanting to give into his plea, but refusing. No, this is what he deserves. After everything he’s done, this is what he gets.

I push against his hole with my forefinger and feel myself slide into him. There isn’t even any resistance.

“Such a little cock slut,” I murmur as he gasps and turns his head to glance at me. He has a crease on his face, his eyes wide with surprise. He looks so fucking pretty all messed up.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks, looking completely and utterly wrecked. Love this look on him.

Love him looking so defiled.

My finger slides farther into him, and he gasps when I graze his prostate.

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