Page 102 of The Foul Out

Looming over me, he chuckled.

“Pants off and lay down.” With one brow arched, I shook the can.

He made a show of slowly unbuttoning his jeans before shucking them off. Then he lay on the bed in just his boxer briefs, locking his wrists together over his head.

For a moment I just stood above him, enjoying the view. Every curve and swell of muscle on what could only be described as a perfect body. The way his tan skin popped against the white comforter. The bulge that pressed hard and long against the black material of his boxers. A slow burn built deep in my core as I longed to feel him inside me.

“Do your worst, baby.”

The challenge in his voice pulled me out of my stupor. Shaking the can again, I climbed onto his hips. Then I settled my legs on either side of his so his cock lined up with the apex of my thighs. I rocked slowly, feeling his dick jump against me. He groaned and his eyes flitted shut. I rocked one more time, and this time, I sent a line of whipped cream down the center of his chest.

“Shit. That’s cold,” he hissed, his eyes popping wide.

“Aw, poor baby. I’ll get it.” Slowly, starting at the top, I licked my way down, teasing every line of muscles with my tongue. With every swipe, his abs tightened further. I shifted down as I worked my way closer to the waistband of his underwear.

I toyed with the edge. Then dropped my head to place a kiss on the swell of his erection through the fabric.

“Please.” He groaned, his hips jumping. “Please tell me I get that hot mouth around me.”

I smiled up at him. “Patience, Mr. Bosco.”

His eyes flashed in response to that command.

Feeling damn proud of myself, I turned back to the black waistband. He lifted his hips so I could tug them down, and the second it was free of the material, his cock jutted up.

I traced the vein down the back with my thumb. “Mmm.” Angling forward, I teased him, keeping my mouth only inches from his length. When my breath brushed his dick, his breath caught.

I pulled back. “Oh, wait, I forgot.”

He let out a curse, but he snapped his mouth shut quickly when he caught sight of the whipped cream I’d picked up.

I sprayed the white cream along the underside of his cock, pulling a sharp hiss from him. Then, in one lick, I ran my tongue from root to tip. Fisting him, I circled the head twice and finally took him into my mouth.

“Holy fuck.” His body locked. “The cold and your hot mouth.” He groaned. “Fuck, baby.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair and held me in place. “Yeah, just like that.” His dick hit the back of my throat, making me gag. “The sound of you gagging on my cock is so fucking hot.”

With his hand guiding me, I worked him over, teasing his tip and then taking him deep again. I dropped the can and reached up to toy with his balls.

“Yes, tug on them.” His hips shot off the bed. “Shit, that feels so damn good.”

I did it again, and he groaned.

“Stop.”

My scalp tingled as he pulled my hair. But I ignored him. I slipped my hands under his ass, locking myself against him. Peeking up, I continue to work him over. He panted, looking down at me with wild eyes. And I took him deep.

“Crabby.” He groaned, his grip on my hair shifting from pulling me away to holding me tight. His hips thrust off the bed and the tip of his cock hit my throat. “Shit.” His hand tightened on my hair and his legs tightened under me. “I’m going to come.” The words had hardly left his mouth before his dick began to pulse, and with a deep groan the hot liquid hit my mouth. Swallowing, I continued my motion until his entire body relaxed. The second I released him, he pulled me up and pressed his mouth to mine.

“Damn, your mouth is perfection,” he mumbled against my lips, sounding relaxed and blissed out.

“Did I wear you out?” I teased.

He scoffed. “That was amazing but it’s been a week, I need to feel that pussy contract around me.”

With an arm locked around my waist, he spun so I was flat on my back and he hovered over me. Hooking his fingers into the straps of my lingerie, he slid them down my arms, letting my breasts fall free.

“But first…” He grabbed the can with a teasing smile. “I think I should get a turn.”

I pursed my lips. “Only because you were such a good boy.”

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