Page 51 of Little Boy Toy

Zale loomed over me, his hard cock dangling. He pressed himself against me and kissed me for a long time. He was so big and beautiful I felt engulfed in him. I craved him.

He moved down my body and kissed me everywhere, starting with my chin and moving to my neck and chest. He licked each nipple, kissed and licked my sternum, my stomach, my belly button.

When he reached my cock, it was sticking straight up, arching toward my abdomen. He licked the underside all up and down, making me sigh and moan, then sucked the tip. But he didn’t linger there. He moved down even more.

When I felt my balls taken into his warm mouth, I cried out. He pushed my legs up, my knees bent, and rocked me back. Spreading my cheeks, he stared at me for a moment. I knew what he was about to do. I’d only ever had someone do that to me one time. I’d been too nervous to enjoy it.

The first touch of his tongue was on my taint. Warm and smooth. Lapping. He moved further down, and the wet heat hit the target. He licked around my hole and then into it.

I squealed and squirmed. It was so good. At first I was a little nervous. I’d had a thorough shower before going to the club, but I worried. Was I okay down there? It seemed the answer was yes, because Zale didn’t stop kissing and licking, making me very wet. So wet, in fact, that without lube he worked one finger into me, and it went in like I was soft dough.

He moved it in and out. All I could think was I wanted more. I had bottomed only a few times in my past, with both bad and good results.

Finally, Zale pulled back. “You’re like honey, honey.” He grinned, lips wet. He grabbed the lube and poured a generous amount in his palm.

I giggled. He was the most wonderful person ever.

When his slippery hands touched me, I entered a kind of dream state. He massaged me down there with expert fingers, pressing my hole gently, hooking it and stretching it, letting his fingers slip in and out. It sent me flying. The moon was my goal.

“Okay?”

I nodded.

He kept checking in with me. I liked that. I wanted his attention. I wanted this to last.

The room became a blurred background, fading. Nothing but Zale’s attentiveness to me mattered.

I held my thighs back with my own hands to make myself more open. Zale felt up my thighs and my cheeks, plumping them with oiled grasps, then touching my hole again, pushing inside with two fingers, stretching it.

Aside from how good it all felt, I appreciated his care. He was rather large. I anticipated a little pain. For him I wanted to be as wide open as possible to make this as amazing for him as it was for me.

His fingers slid in and out. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought now there were three.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“I feel so ready for you. I want you. I want to go to the moon.”

“I thought it was over the moon.”

“That, too.”

He chuckled. “I’ll do my best, honey.”

I lifted my hips.

Zale sat back, looking at me. “You’re the most beautiful person. The best, Kendry.”

I basked in his praise. It felt like the entire world turned over at that point. Became a new planet. Reformed.

Zale’s breaths grew louder, deeper. I felt the press of something warm and blunt. I wanted it. I forced myself to relax and let him in. He leaned in close, watching my face. I could only nod as I held my breath.

He pushed gently. The resistance was automatic. Not my fault.

“Harder,” I grunted.

His eyes locked with mine and he tried again. This time the tip went in. My body released its tension to feel him. It was amazing.

“Keep going.” I struggled to get the words out.

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