Page 62 of Petrichor

Need to buy them in bulk.The thought makes me grit my teeth against the undefined future.

I was so focused on his pretty face that I just notice the short yellow bathrobe he’s wearing. The front is loosely open on hischest, revealing a black lace bra with crisscross straps that cover his collarbone and frame his neck.

Jesus fucking Christ! Those hard nipples, clearly visible under the lace, are impossible to ignore. Heat floods my head, and I can’t stop my hungry eyes from leering. I can’t believe how amazingly skilled Fly is at creating lingerie. He can make such fucking sexy pieces that turn my dick hard every single time.

He lets my ruined shirt fall on the floor. His eyebrows furrow adorably while he inspects my superficial wound.Adorably. What the fuck have I turned into?

“Your hand.” He lifts my left one. The fight with the Russian men turned it red with a couple of cuts on the knuckles.

“It’s fine.” I shrug, since it’s nothing. But he doesn’t seem convinced. He lowers his head and places a delicate kiss on it before giving me a soft smile. Could it be? How can he look at me with such affection when he…

I pull on my hand to cup his face, sighing at the feel of his smooth skin under my fingers. My thumb rubs on his soft lower lip. “You’re so fucking pretty.”

His cheeks get red rather quickly. A confused look shows on his face, and he blinks as he keeps staring at my stretched lips.

“Wow. You’re breathtaking when you smile,” he compliments me, stroking my pecs with heavy hands.

“Yeah? I prefer taking your breath away with my cock,” I rumble, wrapping my arm around his waist to pull his lean body flat against mine.

“This reminds me of something,” he scoffs teasingly. “You smelling like booze, ordering me to suck you.” His pupils are starting to blow as I feel him shivering against me. I let my hand slide down tohis ass cheek and give it a nice squeeze, digging my fingers into the plump flesh.

“You did it then, and you’re going to do it every time I tell you to.” My other hand goes to his hair, wrapping tightly around his ponytail. I know he likes it when I’m rough. His grinding hips and the feel of his stiff cock sliding against mine confirm it once again. It sets my blood on fire.

Hopefully the desire that’s taking possession of me will drown out the ominous feeling that keeps trying to overwhelm me.

He starts pushing me backward until my calves hit the sofa, and I drop on the soft leather cushions. Fly remains standing. He pushes my legs open and moves between them. I can see fire flashing in his eyes as he sucks on his lower lip and slowly unties the bathrobe’s belt.

My cock hurts, trapped inside my pants, and my mouth feels dry while I keep waiting for the fucking fabric to fall down and show me Fly’s hot body. He reveals one delicate shoulder, then the other. The bathrobe opens at the front and—fuuuuck!—those crossing straps keep going down, leaving his belly bare while wrapping around his sides, reaching the skimpiest pair of panties I’ve ever seen. His dick is tenting the front, the tip peeking out of the waistband, looking all shiny and delicious.

I want to taste it. To mix my cum with his and make him drink it. To spread it all over his body and lick it clean.

An animalistic growl rips out of my lips. I get my hands on his ass cheeks, and I latch onto his pink nipple through the flimsy lace, sucking hard, harder on it. I can taste his skin, salty with a soapy sweet aftertaste.

He moans, running both hands into my hair. My fingers are molding his soft flesh, making all that peachy juiciness bounce andjiggle, then squeezing it hard. I feel wetness on my knuckles as I brush his asshole.

My dick suddenly screams to get inside him as I realize what that moisture is. “Are you still dripping with my cum?” From this morning’s fuck. The thought turns me wild, and I sink my nails in his flesh.

I want to come inside him a hundred times more.

He whimpers. “You always fuck me until I’m stuffed to the brim. I’ve been leaking all day.” Fly starts sucking on his fingers while with the other hand tears at the buttons of my pants. I let him lower down between my knees, eagerly anticipating his lips on my cock.

He bends down, pushing his ass up, showing me those bare, round globes as he begins to nuzzle his face and chin over my boxer-brief-clad dick. He looks like a fucking cat in heat. He licks the fabric covering my shaft, letting out the sluttiest sound I’ve ever heard, worshipping my cock with such a dreamy expression on his face.

When he pulls down the briefs, my dick pops out, hitting my belly. He dives his nose into the pubic hair, inhaling deeply. Then he rubs his cheek and mouth on my length and over my balls, moaning so fucking dirty. He licks the slit and sucks on the foreskin, doing with his tongue all the things that he knows drive me crazy. I rapidly reach my limit, and with my next breath, I grab the base and feed him the head, shivering when he immediately hollows his cheeks around it.

Pre-cum leaves the slit, and Fly quickly scoops it with his pierced tongue. I let him enjoy my dick for a few minutes while I savor the sight of his fingers fucking into his ass. The squelching noises coming from both his holes are lewd and filthy, but he keeps looking at me with that shameless, dazed look.

He’s such a fucking slut for it. Formycock. I feel a flare of possessiveness within me, and I shove my entire length down his throat, holding his head still as he starts making choking sounds while tightening around me so perfectly. His lips look so fucking pretty all slick with my pre-cum and stretched to the maximum.

When I see his eyes crossing, I smirk, satisfied.

“Time to ride me,” I hiss, moving him off my cock. He doesn’t stop the pumping of his fingers as I grab his chin and force his abused mouth open, red tongue sticking out. Fuck, I love to see him this drunk on me, on what I do to him.

“I need to be raw in you, need to feel every inner inch of you bare around my dick.”

His watery eyes are overflowing with lust, and he hurriedly pushes himself upright, looking as desperate as I am as he straddles me. There’s something so damn arousing in his clothed nakedness that I find myself grinding my cock between his butt cheeks while I bite his chin, his jaw and then sink my teeth in his lower lip.

My first taste of his mouth is intoxicating. I suck on it and then spear my tongue inside, assaulting it with savage voracity. His surprised moan pours down my throat, and I groan when I feel his fingers moving frantically inside my hair. Our first kiss is passionate, untamed, filled with desperation. How did I resist feeling his gorgeous mouth against mine until now?

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