Page 68 of My Pucking Crush

Max bobs up and down my length hungrily. “You like that?” he asks with a dark, husky voice.

A sound of affirmation hums from deep in his throat, and I feel the vibration on my shaft. We settle into a sexy rhythm while I fuck his mouth.

Everything about Max is huge. His mouth is wide, his throat, a cavernous bottomless pit. My piercings don’t affect his ability to suck me off.

I consider Mask Night at the club coming up. No one would know it’s him. I pray he’s not on the road.We’renot on the road, but the playoff schedule isn’t set yet.

“Fuck, you’re cut and beautiful,” I gush.

“Are you close?” he hisses.

“I can be.” I take a deep breath.

“Don’t be. I want to torture you.” He sucks on the head of my cock, his tongue playing with the tip ring.

The thing about a guy going down on you, they know the male anatomy and all the erogenous zones.

“Spread your legs wider for me.”

I do, and before I ask why, his fingers trace the seam of my ass, landing on my hole. Leaving his finger on my sensitive ring of nerves, his lips close around my cock once more, and I see stars.

Jesus...

“You’ll really take it up the ass just for me?” he says, looking up at me.

“Yes, my filthy boy.” I lick my lips. “Not sure how long I can last with your mouth on me and you fingering me.”

This good boy, this golden boy of hockey with the clean-shaven face and even cleaner rep, likes a dick in his mouth.

With every release of my cock from his lips, saliva spills down my balls. I won’t last much longer. In between the masterful sucking, Max grabs my shaft and licks the underside of my balls.

“Oh, Jesus.” My hips lift as if I want to feel his tongue on my taint.

He hums against my dick, and heat flares in my chest. “I’ll edge you another night. Right now, I want to taste your cum.”

He pumps fingers in and out of me, blowing me at the same time. It’s hot and messy. There’s a pool of saliva running down my shaft, and I feel my toes beginning to curl.

“Stretch me for that giant cock of yours,” I say to gethim off.

“Mmmm,” he moans against my veins.

“Max... I’m...fucking...close.” I grip his head, pushing my cock deeper down his throat. “I’m going to come in your month.”

He groans in response.

My breath clips in short pants and I mumble successive moans, feeling the climax draw my nuts in. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

That does it. My balls turn to granite, and throbbing starts at the base of my spine. Cum shoots up through my dick, hot and on fire.

Max doesn’t back off, he keeps sucking me as I come, my release spilling out of his lips. It’s the fucking dirtiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I’m so turned on, I keep coming. And he keeps sucking. Swallowing some, but it’s too much. The rest squirts out like volcanic lava and down the sides of his face, and onto my stomach.

More spills out of his mouth, making me even slicker against his lips.

“Fuck, yes,” I hiss, wanting to yell, but the team is in suites all around us. I pray they’re still gambling, putting the other security agents through their paces.

The last ropes of my cum land on Max’s tongue, his open, greedy mouth wanting more.

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