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It was the first time I’d done this to him, though he’d done it to me often. Early on with Ivan, he’d always bragged to whoever would listen that his little cock slut was a natural at sucking dick.

I hadn’t been a natural; I’d just been a terrified student afraid of making my teacher angry.

None of that mattered now, though.

Dalton was all that mattered.

“Silver, you don’t—” he began to say only to have his words cut off when I pulled my mouth back, tonguing the heavy veins that ran along his shaft. When I pushed my mouth back down on him and ground my nose into the wiry hair at his groin, Dalton dropped forward so he could brace his hands on the side of the raised bed. There was a slight step that led up to the bed. That was what I was kneeling on, so it put me at eye level with his very hard, very thick dick. The mere idea of that part of his body pushing into mine scared me to death at the same time that something deep inside of me craved it.

“Like that,” Dalton croaked. I shifted my eyes upward to see him watching me. Unbridled lust shone in his gaze. He was holding something back, though. I thought about the times he’d done this to me. I’d always started fucking his mouth the second his lips had closed around my sensitive flesh. Dalton was trying not to let his needs take over.

For my benefit.

He always gave, he never took.

That ended now.

I palmed Dalton’s ass and began bobbing up and down on his slick dick, pausing only to lick and suck his balls. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back as I worked him over. His balls were drawn up tight, but he still refused to give in entirely. I remembered what he’d done when I’d ridden him on the rickety chair in his little kitchen a mere twenty-four hours after meeting him. The move had sent me over the edge.

I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick and sucked gently, drinking down the pre-cum that continuously leaked from his tip. It was only when his body began to relax a little that I pulled him to the back of my throat and swallowed. Dalton let out a string of curses that I barely heard because I was too focused on making him lose control. I managed to discreetly suck the tip of my finger into my mouth so I could get it really wet. I resumed the steady up-and-down drags, sucking hard on the upward one. When I swallowed him back down, I pressed my finger against his hole.

“Silver, shit, fuck. I can’t… Silver?—”

I knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell me I didn’t have to do what I was doing and that he was close to losing control. I ignored his pleas and began massaging his hole. That was all it took for him to let out a snarl and then he was fucking my mouth.

Hard.

It should have horrified me.

Or at least scared me.

It didn’t. I loved it. I loved hearing the sounds he made. I loved that I’d given him the right to do nothing but feel. I loved the taste of him flowing down my tongue and if I hadn’t had my mouth stuffed full of cock, I most definitely would have explored the puckered flesh my finger was toying with.

“Silver, God, I’m going to?—”

My own dick was hard and bouncing against my abdomen, but I ignored it.

I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked hard even as Dalton began to fuck me harder. I wished I could have seen the picture we made together. I wished I could see his muscles flexed as he drove into me. I wanted to see the pleasure in his eyes as he chased his orgasm.

It wasn’t until he reached down and curled his fingers in my hair to keep me from moving my mouth that I began to ease my finger inside of him. “I’m going to come!” Dalton shouted. He released my hair so he could grab the base of his dick, presumably so he could pull it free of my mouth.

No fucking way.

I took advantage of Dalton releasing me and dragged his ass toward me, forcing his cock down my throat. I still had the tip of one finger inside of him.

There was no stopping Dalton after that. He drove into me over and over. I swore I heard him apologizing but thankfully, he didn’t stop what he was doing. When he shoved in as deep as he could go, I pushed my finger into him, collapsing the muscle that had been trying to keep me out.

Dalton shouted something I couldn’t understand and then his cum was filling my mouth and sliding down my throat. Some of it escaped my mouth and dripped down my chin, but I kept sucking his hot dick and fucking his ass with my finger as his spunk kept coming. By the time Dalton’s orgasm had started to ease, he was gently rocking in and out of me. I removed my finger from his ass and lapped at the remaining cum on his half-hard dick. When his flesh slipped free of my mouth, I knew my face was likely a mess of tears from fighting my gag reflex and his cum sticking to my lips, chin, and jawline. I was still hard as a rock, too.

Dalton pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply. No doubt he tasted himself, but he didn’t seem to care. Our bodies were lined up from head to toe. We were both slick with sweat and hot to the touch, but neither of us seemed to notice. He kissed me languidly before he grabbed the backs of my thighs and easily lifted me. I locked my legs around his waist. I was fully expecting a fishermen’s shower to ease my pained cock, but Dalton laid me down on the bed instead. He maneuvered us until my head was on the pillow. His fingers ran along my temple.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded gruffly. I knew he wasn’t angry or disappointed. He wanted to give me what I’d given him.

I opened my mouth to tell him it wasn’t necessary but then clamped it shut again. There was something I wanted; I just didn’t know how to ask for it. I pulled Dalton’s head down so he’d kiss me again. “I want you inside me,” I breathed. That was the easy part to say. The next part, not so much. “But I want you to promise to stop?—”

“Baby, I swear on everything I am that one word and it stops. It all stops.” Dalton kissed me sweetly. “Don’t you know, Silver?” he asked when he lifted his head again.

I shook my head in confusion because I had no idea what he was asking me.

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