Page 70 of Fair Catch

Curling my fingers at the base, I give him a long, slow stroke, then another, testing the waters.

“That’s good, but that’s not where I want it.” The words come out in a low, seductive timbre, and I glance up to find him smirking at me. “Use your mouth.”

Licking my lips, I lean in and wrap them around the head of his cock, keeping my eyes locked with Hayes’ cobalt stare the entire time. Tentatively, I swirl my tongue around the tip, licking like he’s a lollipop before hollowing my checks to suck.

The technique must work, because I feel his dick twitch in my mouth before a salty bead of precum hits my tastebuds.

It’s unfamiliar, but not at all unwelcome.

Feeling emboldened by his obvious arousal, I open my mouth wide, allowing more of his length to slide over my tongue, but I don’t get more than a couple inches before my gag reflex kicks in, forcing me to pull off him.

“Don’t worry about taking it all, deep throating can be saved for another day. Just let your instincts guide you. Breathe through your nose,” he murmurs, his hand caressing my jaw. “And watch your teeth, okay?”

Nodding, I dive in for more, repeating what I did at first before taking him in a little further, finding that focusing on my breathing helps. Then I go a little further after that, his cock sliding over my tongue, the warmth of his skin sending a sharp bite of lust to my stomach.

Hayes smirks as he watches me, his fingers cradling the back of my head with a strong, firm grip. He doesn’t use his hold to guide me, though, but more for support. For connection while I begin bobbing up and down on his length in long, slow movements.

“You’re doing great, baby. Just like that,” he rasps, his fingers tightening in my hair fractionally.

My own cock throbsbetween my legs at his approval, quivering with need. He must notice too, because a grin stretches across his face.

“You like it when I praise you? Does it turn you on?”

I can’t respond—his cock keeping my mouth rather occupied—but I hum around his shaft in affirmation, and the vibration has him sucking in a sharp breath.

“Fuck, that feels so good. Fucking perfect.” His nostrils flare again, and he tilts his head. “Can you go deeper?”

I have no idea, considering the way I gagged on him the second I went too far, but we’re about to find out if it gets him to keep praising me the way he is now.

Breathing through my nose, I allow his dick to slide in further. Not all the way by any means, but deeper than last time, and it’s enough to clearly make a difference from the way his grip on my hair becomes downright painful.

My free hand automatically raises up, tapping on his wrist.

“Sorry,” he rasps, loosening a bit. “Can you keep going?”

At this point, I’m ready to go for it all again, so when I gag a little this time, I fight the urge to bitch out and pull away entirely.

Please, for the love of fucking God, do not let me puke on this man’s dick, because I will never hear the end of it.

But where I stop must be perfect, because Hayes’ dick twitches and pulses between my lips some more. His hand at the base of my skull holds me on his length. Not pushing or thrusting, just keeping me steady while my cheeks hollow around him and I swirl my tongue.

“Stay right there, baby. That’s it,” he whispers, watching me with lust-filled eyes. “Now, try to swallow.”

I do as he says, my throat constricting on his length, and another low groan leaves him.

“Fuck. Perfect, Kase. You’re doing great.” The words are strained and breathless when he releases my head, allowing me to back off his length again. “Keep going, baby. Do what it takes to make me come down your throat.”

God, he’s one of thosetalk you through itguys, and I’m in fucking heaven over it.

With the freedom to continue without his guidance, I start rolling my tongue around the head before sucking him in deeper. Not nearly deep enough to swallow around any part of him, but I use my hand to stroke near the base where my mouth doesn’t reach.

He doesn’t seem to mind it, though, his eyes closing and head falling back between his shoulder blades. His fingers return to my head, weaving through the hair at the top, and I can tell it’s more for his sake than mine now. To steady himself as he mindlessly rolls his hips ever so slightly into my mouth. Begins to lose himself in my touch.

More precum spills onto my tongue, filling my mouth with the salty flavor as I move over his length, and from the way it quivers and twitches, he must be getting close.

“Fuck, baby. You’re a fucking natural. Absolutely perfect,” he mutters, the praises falling off his lips in rapid succession and going straight to my dick.

It’s long since been leaking between my legs, and as much as I want to reach down and stroke myself, I don’t want to lose focus on Hayes either. I want to be wholly, completely lucid as I watch him fall apart again, not drunk on my own pleasure.

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