Page 40 of Devilry

He hooks his hands into my waistband, dragging my jeans and boxer briefs down my thighs. Stopping just above my knees, my ass and dick are now on full display. I want to feel self-conscious, because it seems like the only way I’ve ever felt, but I don’t.

I feel the best kind of crazy. Horny and amped up, I’m fucking starving, forallof this.

I feel everything I’ve been told I shouldn’t, and for the first time, in a really long time, I feel liberated. I feel free. I feel like me.

Smooth hands grip the base of my shaft just as his tongue circles the head of my dick. I suddenly feel no reason to share that this is the first time anybody has ever sucked me off, knowing there’s a very high chance he’ll stop if he knows.

Cole maneuvers me into his mouth, his head bobbing up and down on my length. Finding his rhythm, he licks and sucks, pushing me deeper down his throat.

My hands settle on his head, while my hips pick up pace. Thrusting in and out, I’m fucking his face, chasing the high. When I hear him gag, a telltale whimper leaves my mouth, highlighting how little to no self-control I possess right now.

Mesmerized by the way he looks, I watch him devour me, loving the way his face is pressed up against the dark crevices of my groin, like he just can’t get enough. With one hand working in sync with his mouth, the other reaches for his own erection, squeezing it over his pants.

As he tries to contain his arousal, mine skyrockets to unimaginable heights. My body is buzzing, electricity racing through me, and all I want is to see him as uncontrolled as I am.

“Take it out,” I order, my voice husky and unrecognizable. “I want to see it.”

Sliding off me with a pop, he looks up, the thrill of my command written all over his face. Frantically, he unbuckles his belt and his slacks, and lowers the zipper. He tugs his dick out of his underwear and lets his hard, thick cock rest against his lower torso.

He’s big and beautiful. Virile and masculine, his pulsating veins wrap around his girth, steering my gaze to his strained and slick crown.

He takes hold of his erection and begins to methodically stroke himself. The sight would bring any man to his knees, and that’s exactly where I want to be. Touching him. Tasting him.

“Cole,” I breathe out. “I need…”

“What is it?” he asks, his hand moving faster. “Tell me.”

“I need to come.”

Seeking release, I lower my hand to touch myself, but Cole swats it away.

“I told you,” he warns, flicking his hungry eyes up to mine. “In. My. Mouth.”

Long fingers circle my shaft as he begins effortlessly matching his own ministrations. He has a dick in either of his hands, expertly jerking us both off.

Closing the small distance between us, he covers the head of my cock with his mouth. A loud hiss leaves my mouth as his tongue works my tip, feasting on my pre-come.

Needing release, I pull at his hair and brazenly buck into him, no longer able to hold back. Abandoning his own gratification, I feel his hands settle on my ass, squeezing and kneading my bare flesh.

My hips continue to piston into his mouth, but when he stretches my cheeks apart and lets a finger trace my rim, I halt and try to steady my breathing. Mistaking my reaction for discomfort, he starts to move his hands, but I quickly cover them with my own, keeping them in place. The anticipation of any part of him penetrating my hole has me dizzy with lust, thinking too far ahead, imagining all the possibilities.

“Keep going,” I urge.

His poise disappears at my instruction, our movements now faster, unhinged, and frenzied. An eager digit returns to my hole, dipping the tip inside, and it’s enough to push me over the edge, to send me free falling. My body begins to shudder as his finger and mouth move in tandem. In. Out. Up. Down.

Unintelligible moans echo off the old brick walls; fear, worry, and embarrassment, are all nonexistent as a familiar buzz rushes through me.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I chant, unable to keep silent. My balls tighten with every short and hard thrust, and I feel myself ready for release.

Holding Cole’s head, I push myself further into his mouth one last time before every taut, rigid, inflexible string that holds me together begins to snap.

Rules.

Snap.

Doubt.

Snap.

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