Page 65 of His Secret

I wet my lips, wanting to give him what he wants. I lean back slightly in the seat and reach into my boxers.

“What are you gonna watch?” he asks.

“Nothing. Just you.”

His nostrils flare slightly as he mimics my pose, leaning back into the cushion, legs spread. He pulls his pants down to his knees, revealing his white boxer-briefs that leave little to the imagination.

My eyes stay focused on his cock, watching as it strains against the material as it gets harder. I trace the lines of his abs and replay his voice when he came in the video. I imagine him doing now what he did then, wondering how different he might sound. Wanting to see his cum paint his skin.

I release a moan as my hand moves up and down, my eyes closing.

“Look at me,” he says.

I obey, biting into my lip as he runs his palm over his crotch. My gaze moves to his face, and we watch each other for a little while before he reaches into his underwear and my attention is stolen.

He doesn’t take it out, but he leisurely strokes himself.

The look on his face is enough to do me in. He’s sofucking sexy. My eyes bounce around—face, cock, torso. Cock, lips, thighs. Face, cock.

Oh god, his cock is visible now. Just the tip peeking out above his fingers.

“Fuck,” I moan, gaze locked in, the memory of his voice in my ears. “Oh, my god.”

He gets up, yanking his pants to his hips. “Get to the edge,” he tells me, walking closer.

“Wha—what?” I ask through a breath, my orgasm ready to explode out of me.

Matías drops to his knees. Oh, shit. He’s on his knees in front of me.

He gestures with his fingers, calling me forward. I scoot to the edge, stroking myself right in front of his face. He’s so close. Close enough to wrap his lips around me if he wanted.

He’s got a close-up view now, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t touch me. He just waits.

“Oh, fuck,” I exclaim, focused on his lips, thinking about what it would feel like to be in his mouth again. “Matías.”

His shoulders roll back as his chin lifts to look at me, a pleasure-filled moan deep in his throat. He had a physical reaction to me using his name.

“I’m gonna come.”

Instead of aiming my cock at myself, I point it straight ahead, ready to shoot my load on the floor in front of him. I assume that’s what he wants since he wanted me on the edge.

The first burst of cum shoots out, nearly landing on his chest. I close my eyes and keep stroking, my muscles tense as pleasure takes over.

My eyes flicker open, ready to close again, but I spot Matías in front of me, his mouth open as he catches more of my cum in his mouth.

“Oh, shit,” I exclaim, nearly choking on my gasp.

The way he looks up at me is intoxicating. He’s sensual, sinful desire wrapped into a package and presented to me at my feet. My arousal glistens on his chin.

I stand up, my cum leaving my cock in drips rather than ribbons now, and he peers up at me and opens his mouth, so I aim it as best as I can to land on his tongue.

“Holy shit,” I gasp.

When my body is spent, I stumble back to the couch and sit.

Matías wipes his hand across his chin, cleaning up any mess. His eyes never leave my face, and I’m unsure of what to say.

He gives me a small grin as he stands. “Still so good.”

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