Page 60 of The Silencer

That is until I drag the tip of my tongue along the underside of him. It’s then that he arches his hips up slightly and starts to fuck my mouth.

His participation in this causes a groan to leave me, my fingers digging into his ass cheeks. My grip on him is the only thing keeping me where I am. If I didn’t have a hold on his butt, I’d be on the floor.

A long exhale leaves Anthony, and the sound of it makes my entire body break out in goosebumps. Oh fuck. He likes it. I can tell. It’s not overt, almost too silent, but that huff of air is so fucking delicious.

Precum hits my tastebuds as I continue to suck, letting him fuck my throat until I feel the pulse of his vein against my tongue. He’s close. Not that I’d ever know it. He’s infuriatingly silent the entire time, but the way his movements are slowly growing more chaotic, his breathing slightly labored, I know that he’s close to coming.

I work him harder, hollowing my cheeks as I inhale him, pulling roughly on his hard dick until his hips cant up and he tunnels down my throat. He grunts twice and then I feel the salty, bitter taste of his cum filling my mouth, my throat, my stomach. He holds himself there before rocking into my mouth a few more times, emptying himself completely. And then he goes still, his dick in my mouth, my throat bobbing around his softening length.

He pulls out of me slowly and my hands fall from his ass.

I sink to the floor when he pulls away from me, cum and spit still falling from my lips. I swipe at it, still feeling flushed and horny, but only manage to make more of a mess.

My body is shaking as I lean my head back against the mattress, my ass on the cold wood floor.

Anthony is sitting on the edge of the bed, completely silent, and I’m scared to look up at him to see any kind of disappointment.

I am a man after all, and he’s adamantly not gay. But I sucked him off, drank his cum, and now I’m hard on the floor, trying desperately not to make more of a mess with my full balls and angry cock.

Anthony runs a hand across his jaw, I can hear it, and then suddenly stands and steps around me, moving toward the bathroom. I watch as he goes, that naked ass flexing as he disappears from view.

When he’s gone, I reach down and grab on to my cock, shuttling my fist over it, trying desperately to get off before he returns, but I don’t manage. I’m only able to bring myself right to the edge before he reappears. His gaze slashes to my cock and his eyes narrow.

“Get on the bed,” he tells me roughly, and I scramble to do as he says, unable to even talk back at the moment. I’m too fucking gone. Too fucking close to orgasm to think.

“On your back,” he says and then reaches for the lube in the end table drawer. He squirts it directly on my cock and then fists it, leaning over me as I groan and arch into him.

“Oh fuck. Yes,” I say as I look down at his tattooed hand engulfing my cock. He’s so strong, so capable. And here he is, getting me off. He’s doing this for me.

“Tatum. Look at me,” he commands, and my eyes flash to his face, taking in those dark orbs surrounded by thick lashes. Fuck, he’s so hot. How did I get to be so lucky?

“Who do you belong to?”

I gasp at the question. He can’t mean it. He can’t fucking mean that.

“Um…” I say and grunt when he squeezes my dick unbearably hard.

“Who. Do you. Belong to?”

“You,” I whine, and he nods, squeezing my dick roughly and pumping it faster.

“Good boy.”

My eyes flutter closed at those words, and I moan as I fuck up into his hand.

“And who does this body belong to?” he asks, and I can’t help but breathe out, “You.”

You. You.

I’m still chanting it when I explode across my chest a few seconds later, my orgasm enveloping my entire body. I’m writhing beneath him, sweat rolling off my temples as I continue to fuck into him, drawing the wave of need out for as long as possible. And when the last bead of cum falls from my cock, I go limp, sagging into the mattress and gulping down air.

His fingers slip from my dick, one at a time, and I feel him wiping me up with tissues before he flicks the light off and settles down next to me. He’s not touching me, but I can feel his presence engulf me. That’s how he is. He’s overwhelming.

“Tatum,” he says, his voice a threat. “If anyone ever touches you again, I will cut them apart and bury them where no one can find them. Do you understand?”

I nod and then let out a croak. “Yes.”

“This is your only warning.”

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