Page 44 of Call Me Sir

“Don’t go baby.”

What he does next surprises me and causes prickles to spread like a wildfire across my whole body.

He swallows me whole, sucking so intensely.

“F…fuck.”

Then as soon as my dick pulsates, he releases my dick and withdraws his finger.

Annoyance pokes my chest and I huff in frustration.

As if his words might actually console my throbbing, wet dick, he says, “we don’t want to rush our time together, do we?”

I have a sense we’re going to spend the next three days doing this. He’s going to edge me until my body is sweaty and shaky and I’m begging for him to put me out of my misery.

“What’s the safe word?”

“Waffles.”

Then he leans down and sucks my neck so hard that I gasp. He sits up and we stare at each other for a moment.

Gently he rolls me onto my stomach and gets up off the bed to strip. I was so lost in how he’s made me feel, what he can do to make my body light up like fireworks, I hadn’t even considered what he had going on.

My eyes trace the muscles and veins along his arms and the trace of abs. Then he straddles me again and starts sucking on the back of my neck, then my ears.

Grinding his dick against my ass I can’t help but lift it higher. I need him inside of me.

Between heavy breaths, I gasp out, “I’m ready.”

“I bet you are,” he laughs in a husky voice.

* * *

How long has it been?

“Ahhhhhh,” a long, heavy moan leaves my dry mouth.

With one long draw back of his hips, I wait for him to slam his hard cock back inside my ass.

Instead, I feel him reach down and gently squeeze my balls.

Then his hand grabs my dick so hard I’m scared it’ll hurt. It doesn’t though as he slowly strokes it as the tip of his cock circles my swollen, aching hole.

“Are you doing okay?”

My knees ache, my thighs burn and my asshole must be stretched halfway to the moon, but I don’t want to say the word. I want to prove I can take anything he can give me. I want another night of this. I want him to hold me.

“Cole?” The serious tone snaps me from my thoughts.

“Just… tired.”

Releasing my dick, he sits up and I feel like a failure.

“Let’s take a break.”

“No!”

When I look back, his eyes are wide as saucers. Sweat drips down his forehead, his muscles and torso are coated in a sheen layer of sweat. He’s been working just as hard. My eyes trail down to his long erection.

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