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“Fucking hell, Penn... I’m going to?—”

Penn hollowed his cheeks, sucking, licking, and groaning around my cock like I was his favorite dessert, and I couldn’t contain myself.

My back arched off the cushions as my balls tightened, my spine tingled, and the onslaught of my orgasm ricocheted through me. My cock pulsed as I came, hard and fast.

I half expected Penn to jump back at the first taste, but he only gripped me tighter.

Swallowingevery bit of my release down his throat like my cock was a damn keg at a frat party.

And when I was done, he released me, leaning back on his heels as hewipedsome of the remains of my cum from his swollen, perfect lips, and I couldn’t contain myself.

I lunged forward, tearing his pants off.

Penn’s cock sprang forth, bobbing in the air. His head was slick with precum, his veins thick and pronounced.

“Did you like that, my little Cream Puff?” I purred, Penn’s eyes widening at my gruff tone, his golden hair alldisheveled, sticking out from the static of the couch cushions that cradled his head.

He licked his pouty lips, his gaze heated and dark with lust.

It was like something flipped inside of me the minute he said those three words.

I want you.

Like the veil had been lifted, and suddenly, we were both in uncharted territory.

Penn grabbed himself, his gaze fixed on mine as he nodded. “Yes,” he said the word firmly. It was not a whisper.

It was an admission.

I grabbed his hand, pulling it away as I settled on my elbows between his legs.

His voice softened for a moment as he leaned himself up on his elbows, looking down at me with curiosity and asked, “I did good, right?”

I nodded my head, a dark chuckle leaving my throat.

“So good, baby,” I praised, licking him from shaft to head, watching him shiver with excitement. “Like you were made to suckmy cock.”

I watched his cheeks tint thatwondrous shade of pink, watched him bite his lip at my praise.

“God, you are so fucking beautiful, you know that, right?” I said, staring at him for a moment, taking in the sight of him before me like this.

Messy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a thick, gleaming cock bouncing free, just waiting to be devoured.

A perfect specimen waiting to be worshipped.

I ran my tongue up his shaft, taking pleasure in the way Penn squirmed under my attention, and I couldn’t deny I loved him like that.

Desperate.

Needy.

He thrust his cock at me, hips bucking of their own accord, and I grabbed him by the base. I ran my tongue over his leaking head and he cursed.

“Mitch...” he begged.

I nipped and sucked at his head, groaning in response. “Yes, Cream Puff?”

“Please....” he begged, his voice getting all screwed up again.

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