Page 60 of Judging Duke

His cock stood proud, the jockstrap bulging.

If he was uncomfortable under my intense gaze, he didn’t show it, and when I looked at his face, his smile said it all.

Smug and self-satisfied he had my full attention.

“Suck it,” he demanded.

He slipped the jockstrap down his thighs, revealing the cock I’d drooled over.

Unusually, he was cut. Most men I knew weren’t, it not being common practice to circumcise in the UK and Europe.

It made it all the more tempting.

A drop of precum oozed out of the slit. I lowered my head and licked it, his cock jerking at the touch of my tongue.

I cupped his balls, hot and heavy, and rolled them in my hand, gripping the base of his cock with my other.

“I’m gonna make you scream my name when you come. This old prostitute knows a trick or two.”

Too late, I realised what I’d said, but Simon didn’t seem to care, his focus on my hands and what they were doing.

I dropped to my knees and inspected him.

A small blemish on the head, a slit wide enough to poke a tongue into. Just the tip, that’s all it needed.

He thumped the door with his fist as I swallowed him down, my non-existent gag reflex allowing me to take him down in one.

He might be the porn star, but I knew my way around a dick.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

SIMON

Ididn’t miss the comment about being a prostitute, but his hands and mouth on my cock took all thoughts out of my head other than the need to come.

He was an expert at giving head, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep me on the edge. One hand on my balls, the other crept around to my hole, teasing me. I took a deep breath and let it go noisily.

“Fuuuuck.” The loud expletive left my mouth as the tip of his thick digit penetrated me. “Oh, God. Yes!”

He sat back on his heels and pulled open his shorts, allowing his dick to spring free. It was true. Black men did have bigger cocks.

Where my cock was thick, his was long, easily nine inches, maybe more.

He stroked himself, one hand at the base. I watched eagerly as the head throbbed, precum dripping from the end.

He thumbed the slit, coating it in the slick liquid before slipping it into his own mouth, making a show of just how much he was enjoying it.

Brown eyes never left mine as he circled his thumb around his still leaking cock. He once again raised it to his lips. I gripped his wrist, bringing the wet thumb to my mouth.

Sucking it in, I swirled my tongue around the tip. His nostrils flared as he closed his eyes.

“You like that?” I asked, knowing full well he was loving it.

He moaned, and I watched as he jerked off, languid strokes with a twist of his wrist as he reached the end. He was in no rush.

Fuck, it was a sight to see. My heart thudded in my chest, and my hands trembled as I circled my own dick.

“No,” he said.

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