Page 66 of My Pucking Crush

“Skating nearly every day since I was six.” He pushes his cock into my stomach, the wet tip blowing my mind. “Defensemen have to skate backward more than any other position, that tightens the ass.”

“You definitely have a tight ass.” I spread his cheeks.

“Wait.”

“It’s okay, Max. It’s me. I’m not going to hurt you.” I wait a breath for him to relax. “The pleasure is unbelievable, and it doesn’t mean you’re not in control.”

To take his mind off my fingers, I slide down and kiss his cock, the long length of him challenging my sanity.

“God, yeah,” he moans.

I grip the shaft at the base with a tight fist, the way only a dude would dare try on another man’s cock. It’s toremind Max, he’s witha dude.

Me.

“Suck me, please,” he groans.

“Oh, I plan to.” I settle between his thighs and swirl the salty tip with my tongue. Peppering kisses on his cock, I stroke his hole gently, and it stiffens his shaft even more.

“That’s... Good,” he chokes out.

“Oh, baby. It’s just a taste.” With that, I finger his hole, which has him pulling my hair. “Can you be my filthy boy?”

“Yes,” he chokes out. “Please.”

After licking my finger, I gently push further into his hole, up to the knuckle.

He groans, but doesn’t tell me to stop, or push me away.

“Yeah, take it, filthy boy,” I groan into his skin. “Take it fromme.”

“Only you.” He rocks his hips.

“That’s right.I’llgive you what you need, Max.” I lick and suck on him.

Max is turning my world upside down.

But I shouldn’t let it. We can’t be anything. He doesn’t want a relationship with a guy, and if I get out of this alive and unscathed, I’ll hopefully be working for another criminal organization where I’ll be washing blood off my hands on a nightly basis.

That’s no life for a star like Max Ryan. I wouldn’t even ask him.

“You see this body?” He runs thick, veiny hands across a chest that should be on a calendar. “I will fuck you hard and rough. Just keep blowing me.”

I relax my jaw to take him deeper into my mouth, shuddering when he growls a low, throaty moan of approval. He fists my grown-out hair with one hand androcks his hips, thrusting his erect cock in and out of my mouth in a pace that stiffens him even more. With each heavy thrust, the tip hits the back of my throat.

“Who’s the slut now? Sucking off a hockey god,” he groans, his back arching off the bed. “Aw, fuck. You fit all of me.”

I stop to take a breath and grip the long shaft, pushing it against his stomach while I lick the underside, letting his balls find their way into my mouth.

While licking, I say, “That’s the best part of letting a man suck your cock. Big mouths, thick tongues, and a tolerance to be choked.”

“Oh yeah?” He flips me over and straddles my face, fucking my mouth.

As if Ican’ttake this.

But I don’t want to be a tool for his orgasm. I still use my hands, guiding his cock in out with intermittent sucking on the crown.

At this angle, though, I have unbelievable access to the thick vein under his throbbing shaft. I use my teeth, adding a bite of pleasure, something to zing the life out of him.

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