Page 65 of Never Too Late

“Eyes on me, or I’m going to stop.”

“I can’t, Jae,” I whimper. “I need more. Please.”

He rewards me by lowering his mouth again and darts out his tongue against my tight hole and I gasp at the contact.

Oh my god.

I missed his tongue on me.

He laps at my hole with reverence. Like he’s on death row and I’m his last meal.

Just as I’m about to close my eyes from the insane pleasure, his tongue spears into my hole making me gasp and my eyes widen.

We stare at each other as I roll my hips making his tongue push further into me.

My body feels like it’s on fire and every nerve is working overtime, trying to keep up with the stimulation.

I arch my back when he fists my cock and thrusts a few more times.

Making sure my hole is wet enough; he replaces his mouth with two of his fingers.

“Jae.”

I moan louder than ever when his fingers graze that special spot.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let me make you feel good. Let me hear your moans and let me see your face filled with pleasure.”

His fingers push deeper into me, hitting my prostate continuously, and the sounds coming out of me right now are all the proof of that.

My cock is leaking and swollen, begging for attention, so I bring my hand down but Jae slaps it away.

I begin to beg him, eagerly, in search of friction, and as he notices the liquid gathering on my tip, he brings his tongue out of me to lick. Humming in appreciation the moment he tastes it.

“Mmm, delicious.” He grins and the sudden urge to kiss him rushes through me.

I grip his jaw in my hand firmly, directing his face back to mine, not wanting any space between us.

I stick my tongue out while squeezing his cheeks, causing him to open up his mouth, too.

He knows what I want, what I need, and I don’t have to ask.

I lick at his tongue, tasting myself on him and moan.

Our tongues begin a fight for dominance, and he submits as he continues pumping his fingers into me.

Between the two of us panting for air and the sounds of deep humming, Jae continues to whisper words of love and admiration.

“I’ve missed this, pretty boy.”

“I’m so sorry for leaving you”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“The way you taste. How you feel. Fucking perfection.”

“Did you miss me as much as I missed you?”

“Please, Jae, I need you,” The only words I manage to whisper.

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