Page 28 of Coaching Prince Charming

He gave a firm nod. “I like it very much,” he said, unrestrained lust rippling across his face and riding his voice. He dragged my briefs off my legs and tossed them onto the back of the sofa while I clawed for his boxer briefs. It wasn’t fair that I was the only one naked. Not when seeing him without any clothes was the wish I’d had for the longest time.

Nate didn’t fight back. He let me sit up and pull his boxer briefs down, but I chose to do it slowly, applying tension much the same way I had done with my guitar last night. The waistband pulled his big cock down until he hissed, his abs growing even more pronounced as he flexed them. And when the waistband slipped over his cock, it sprang up, swinging under its own weight for one delicious moment before pulsing and stiffening.

My hand was around it in an instant. It was twice my size, if not more, thick and with a slick head. The short-cropped hair around it was dark and coarse, and Nate’s balls were thick and heavy, making my mouth water hard.

It took me a moment to force my gaze away from his crotch and to his face. “You’re perfect, too.”

Nate swallowed and cupped the right side of my face with his left hand. His thumb brushed my cheek, then dragged over my lips. “What do you want me to do to you?”

The words ran through me like an electric current. “Everything.”

He swung his hips slowly forward, pushing his dick through my fist. With his hand, he lifted my chin, and our gazes locked on one another. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight,” he said firmly. “Not because I don’t want to.” The throbbing thickness in my fist assured me he was telling the truth. “I just don’t like rushing things.”

It sounded as close to a promise of another time as I would get from this man. But it was more than enough. “Let me suck it, then,” I said.

Nate bent down and kissed me hard, his hands finding my hips. He pulled me down the length of the sofa and pressed his mouth against mine so hard that it made me lean back until I was lying flat on the sofa.

I inhaled a deep breath of air, puffing out my chest, as Nate pulled away from me. He stood up, his cock swinging above me and torso towering over me. His underwear fell around his ankles, and he stepped out of it, then approached the sofa again. When he stopped, I knew what we were doing, and my heart hammered harder than ever in anticipation.

I wrapped my right hand around my dick, holding it in a tight grip as if to force it to calm down. It wouldn’t. The tightness in my balls and the almost painful erection were holding me on the very edge of an orgasm, and I still hadn’t even licked him. Fuck. I wanted to lick him so much that I was sure I would die if I didn’t get a chance.

Nate lowered himself by my head, one hand reaching over to pull my right hand away from myself. As he knelt on the edge of the sofa, I opened my mouth wide and found his gaze. For a few moments, I breathed deeply through my mouth, my left hand rising to hold him just as he leaned in.

At the exact instant when the swollen tip of his precum-slicked cock touched my lips and slipped into my mouth, I held my breath. The flavors of his precum exploded over my taste buds; their sweet and salty quality, combined with Nate’s faint musk, enchanted me and made me willing to fight the whole world for him.

As Nate sank into my mouth, he shifted so that he knelt on each side of my head, slightly above. And when he dipped deeper into me, grunting with tension, he also lowered his head and torso. “Such a perfect cock,” he purred. “So beautiful.”

His words turned me on nearly as much as his dick in my mouth did. He pulled his hips away from me, letting me inhale before he sank into me deeper. I needed a few moments to relax my throat, but I was confident in my skills, and Nate was patient enough, probing me lightly, testing the limits.

Simultaneously, he pressed his lips against my lower abdomen, his hot breath washing over my bare skin until his mouth dragged over my shaved private area and found my small cock. Exhaling over it, Nate wrapped his lips around me and swallowed me whole.

The wet warmth of his mouth sent the most incredible sensation through my body. My throat relaxed, loosening enough to let his cock slide deeper into me. In turn, it made Nate grunt when he impaled my head like this, and the vibration of his voice ran through my groin.

My thighs pressed together, rubbing against one another while I made my head move up, mouth gaping to swallow as much of his as I could.

My throat constricted now and again by sheer reflex, making Nate shudder hard enough that I could feel it on my body. And as I wrapped my arms around his waist, I forced him to stay inside of me for longer than he would have. He was careful still, not expecting that I knew precisely what I wanted.

His warm mouth worked my cock slowly as if he knew I was moments away from blowing up. He sucked me, his soft tongue rubbing against the sensitive tip of my dick, his lips sealed around the base. I couldn’t do that to him. He was too big for my lips to seal so tightly and for me to suck the air out of my mouth. Instead, I pulled him down on me, making him fuck my throat in short, jerky motions. It made a strangely loud noise, wet, sloshing, making me choke and gag now and again.

As his breathing sped up, I only tightened my arms harder around his waist, pulling him in to torture myself in the sexiest way I could imagine. His balls pressed against my nose as he rammed himself deep into me, sending me into the wild frenzy of my orgasm.

I managed to move a hand along his back and tap his shoulder in warning, but Nate’s acknowledgment was to suck me harder.

I whimpered in short bursts of noise while he swung his hips back and forth, sucking me faster until my dick pulsed and cum filled his hot mouth.

I pressed my thighs harder together, wiggling under his carefully placed weight and thrusting my hips up to stuff his mouth. And when my dick calmed down, he kept sucking it, only pulling his mouth away to groan and growl. “Fuck,” he said hoarsely after swallowing. “You’re making me…” He grunted, and I wrapped my arms around his waist again to make sure he didn’t ruin this by playing a gentleman. I wanted him to feed me, and I was going to get it.

Nate moaned and cried in a tight, deep voice, his body stiffening all over as he hurriedly thrust his dick down my throat. And when he pulsed, the heat of his cum flooded my body. It spilled into me, over my tongue, and down my throat as he emptied himself to the last drop.

He pulled out hurriedly, his strength outmatching mine, and I had no choice but to release his waist. As he slid off me, he knelt completely on the floor by the sofa. The speed with which he did was almost like he was panicking, but when he brought his face close to mine, his eyes didn’t seem worried at all. He gazed at me, his breathing quick like mine, and licked his lips.

For a moment, I wondered if some kind of clarity would kick in and if he would tell me this was all a mistake. But I should have known better than to doubt him, even if it was for half a heartbeat. Instead of ripping my heart out, Nate simply leaned in and pressed his mouth against mine.

I wished I knew if tasting himself on me excited him as much as it did me.

His kiss was still passionate, wet, and sloppy, and it gave me life. His breathing was calming down, and he rose slowly to the sofa. I scooted to make room for him, but Nate still wrapped himself around me like the hard, protective shell around a nut. He cuddled me while kissing my cheek.

“So,” I whispered, barely able to produce sounds while my soul drifted through the skies. “That happened.”

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