Page 140 of Stone Temptation

He paused. “Too much?”

I panted out relief. “Amazing technique. Can’t think straight.”

Luke kept his fingers curled around my shaft. “I’ll do whatever you like. Name something.”

I swallowed a nervous lump in my throat, not sure if I should mention one of my favorite bedtime activities so soon.

“Tell me,” he pressed, rubbing his foot against my leg.

“You really sure you wanna play some more?”

He nodded slowly, touching himself.

I went for it. “Rimming. I love to get rimmed.”

He quirked his left eyebrow, his lips spreading into a naughty grin. “Then roll over.”

“W-What? Really?”

“Give me your arse. Now.”

Not one to argue when analingus was on the table, I went onto my front, lifting my ass into the air and buried the side of my face into the pillow, the head of my dick rubbing against the silky sheets.

“Nice,” he purred, sliding a hand across my cheeks.

Whoa. This was really happening. I shivered, lifting my head to look back at him.

Hungry blue eyes reviewed my booty, his glossy lips pouting seductively. A finger found my hole, stroking, stroking, stroking. A riot of sparks burst in the soles of my feet, shooting through my body. My hips rocked under the sensation, dick pressing harder into the sheets.

“Luke…” I panted.

With those slender fingers, he parted my cheeks, lowering his head. The sight of him going down got the precum leaking. When he made contact in a wet kiss, I wasn’t sure I’d make it five seconds with the probing of his tongue, every nerve on fire as he teased me with gentle licks. Fuck me. My toes had never curled so hard.

He moaned into me, parting my cheeks further. Kissed the edges of my hole, licking, his grip firm and incredible.

“Luke…”

“Asher,” he whispered into me.

I quivered, rubbing myself against the silk.

He wriggled into a better position. Teased me some more, trails of kisses across my ass, moaning with pure delight.

“Fuck, Luke. Fuck…”

My mark buried his tongue into me with a sudden burst of energy. And he kept it up, working his mouth and tongue, consuming me. Leaving that Jordan dude in the dust as he ate me like a three-course meal. I kept on thrusting, clawing at the sheets, moaning his name as my skin sang the song of burning lust. Every inch of me lost control, consumed by Luke’s skill.

He went deeper, ate me harder. Sucked and licked and kissed, pushing me toward the zenith again.

“Fuck… Fuck… Fuck…” Thrusting, moaning, completely at his mercy. Lost to all sensations, drowning in sweet dreams. “Luke… Luke… Luke…”

The crescendo broke, shoving me over the summit. I painted the sheets in heavy bursts of cum, Luke still feasting on me until I collapsed into a sweaty, happy mess.

“Whoa…” I breathed.

He giggled, patting me on both cheeks. “Scrummy.”

I snorted. “Good to know.”

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