Page 49 of The Influencer

“Don’t let it go to your head.”

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jade

Asher wastes no time once he sees my leaking dick, except to give each one of my nipples a bite before he bends over and slips his lips over my cock, not stopping until his beard hits my balls and my crown is halfway down his throat.

I gasp at the total overwhelm, my hands immediately grabbing fistfuls of his hair, not caring how much it gets wrecked. His mouth is good at everything.

He pops off, sucking in a breath and casts a heavy-lidded gaze up at me, pupils almost blacking out his irises. “You have your phone?”

I nod.

“Record this.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

I scramble to find my phone in my back pocket and quickly pull up the video app. I point the lens directly at Asher, and he gives me a filthy fucking grin before he flicks his tongue against my tip.

“How do I look?” he asks.

I squirm at the question because I don’t want to tell him how good he looks right now. How fuckhot and devastating. But my camboy persona is nicer than my real personality. “Sexy,” I say.

“How sexy?” he asks. Asshole.

“So fucking sexy.”

“You want me to suck your cock?”

“Yeah, honey. I want you to suck me so good.” I low key hate him for this. It’s going to be too hot not to post, and then he’ll always have this to hold over my head. I can tell him I was only performing, but my rapidly purpling and precum pulsing dick is sort of a giveaway that I want this bad.

Rarely have I ever posted a video where I started off so rigidly erect. Half the fun of collaboration is learning to trust my partner, seeing what lengths we’ll both go to in order to get each other ready. Annoyingly, with Asher, foreplay is a moot point, and I’m not in the mood to overanalyze it right now, so I’ll just play whatever game he’s playing, because I want to come in his mouth with every cell of my being.

“I’m posting this,” I warn him. My voice is all breathy and stupid, but I go on. “Make it good, or step away from my dick right now.”

I don’t know what massive well of willpower that declaration came from, but I’m proud of myself for it. “Post whatever you want, pretty boy. I’m not going anywhere.”

I gulp, bracing myself, but my grip on the camera falters when he takes me back down to the root. “Ahhhh… fuck…”

He growls around my cock like the hairy beast he is and sucks me like he deep throats for a living. My thighs are already shaking as he grips the counter on either side of them and goes down on me. His head bobs up and down, his mouth applying an unholy amount of suction power to my already throbbing cock. For a moment he suckles at the tip, like he’s sipping my precum straight out of it—like I’m a fucking milkshake. It’s dead hot, and the view from my phone screen is the biggest turn on I’ve ever seen.

But then he sucks some more, and more, relentlessly working my shaft until I’m bucking my hips up and whimpering that I’m so close… so fucking close…

“Mmm…” he groans in response. “Mmhm.”

He swallows the crown of my cock and I’m done for. “Jesus, I’m coming… Jesus fuck that feels so—fuck—oh God.”

My orgasm comes from deep in my core, rattling my cock and balls with pulse after pulse of intensely mind-blowing sensation. Asher swallows again and again, drawing my orgasm and moans out for so long, I drop the phone. Throwing my head back, I gasp, begging the universe for more air as Asher slowly slides his mouth off my spent dick and takes a deep breath of his own. He picks up my phone and slams it against my chest. “Dropped something,” he says.

I can’t speak. I’m too busy trying to get my soul back into my body.

He presses his mouth to mine, and I open, letting him spread the taste of me over my tongue in one teasing slide. He pulls away too soon, and my stupid ass actually tries to chase his mouth to get him back, but my body still isn’t cooperating. I’m a limp noodle.

He molests my nipples, like that’s going to help me recover, until I’m breathing full breaths again and manage to meet his eyes. “Proud of yourself?” I quip.

His gaze is glued to my chest. “Maybe.”

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