Page 67 of Mitch

H explored me with his lips as he shifted my body beneath him, backing me up against the arm of the sofa.

I closed my eyes in ecstasy as his lips trailed over my skin, one hand pulling at my collar while the other slowly unbuttoned my jeans.

I wanted to protest. To throw up my walls of protection and give him the out.

He must have felt my hesitation, because he whispered into my ear, “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

I shook my head, burying my lips in his hair, at the shell of his ear.

“I don’t want you to stop, Cream Puff.”

Penn yanked on my zipper, and I grunted as he fumbled with my jeans, shifting us both as I arched my hips off the cushion to give him better access. His hands did not shake, and there was no tremble in his voice, in his kiss, or his touch.

Penn ran his warm palm over my sheathed cock, gabbing me through my boxers, squeezing me.

Fucking hell.

“Penn...” I groaned.

“Yeah?” he whispered, his thumb separating the thin opening.

“I—”

My words died on my tongue as hepulled my cock through the opening of my boxers, the cool air kissing my shaft like a balm.

He wrapped his hand around me, slowly stroking me into muteness.

I couldn’t speak, nor could I process anything except his slow, curious touch.

He settled himself between my legs, using one hand to cup my balls while the other slowly stroked me. I could feel the moisture pebbling at my head. I expected him to continue with this new exploration, touching, rubbing, maybe even grinding, but...

The last thing I expected was to feel a hot, wet mouth wrap around my cock.

“Fuck!” I cried out as my cock hit the back of his throat.

I grit the curse through my teeth as the wind was knocked out of me.

Within seconds, Penn was off of me, leaving my cock wet, throbbing, and aching formore.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing with concern.

A laugh erupted from my chest.

“No, you didn’t hurt me. Just took me by surprise is all,” I said, looking at hisswollen lips, his bright eyes focused on me.

His lips were so close to my cock. I bucked my hips, brushing my wet tip against his lips and he smirked. I wondered if this breath of fresh air would deter him, but it didn’t.

I watched as his tongue darted out to lick the drop of precum off my tip, and he didn’t gag or convulse or even make a disgusted face.

He grabbed me by the base with one hand, his other still cupping and massaging my balls as he swallowed and dived back in.

“Fuck, I was right. You take my cock so fucking well.” I groaned.

A contented sound escaped his throat as he massaged my balls, using his other hand to stroke me while he licked and sucked, groaning with his own euphoria.

“Your mouth feels so good.” I moaned, letting my fingers find the back of his head as I gently guided him forward to take more of me.

Penn picked up my request, once again, taking me to the back of his throat without warning.

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