Page 49 of Beautifully Conflicted

Like before, it feels good. Not good enough to finish but still pleasurable, and I briefly wonder if I did such a good job of acting indifferent that I actuallyamindifferent. I sort of feel like I could linger here forever, watching my cock disappear into Damien’s mouth, but without feeling the urge to finish. It’s a sexy view, but since there’s no urgency behind his ministrations, I almost feel like he could suck me to sleep. It’s that relaxing.

I’m hovering in this contended euphoria when Damien switches things up again and starts licking my balls. At first, he just swirls them around with his tongue, then he pulls one into his mouth and starts sucking gently, and I hold my breath to trap the moan that nearly escapes my throat.

His fingers trace down my inner thigh and back, brushing under the swell of my ass, rubbing along but not in between my cheeks. All while he nips and kisses my nuts.

Just as I’m settling into that sensation he adjusts again, licking a stripe up my length and closing his lips around my crown. I’m expecting more of the same attention he laved on me before, but instead of stopping at the base of my crown he dips lower, taking in my entire length, and holds utterly still. Except for the constriction of his throat when he swallows.

Holy. Mother. Of. Blow. Jobs.

My dick isn’t just in his mouth, it’s down his throat. Deeper than should be physically possible for it to go. I can barely wrap my head around that when he pulls back, inch by glorious inch, and then does it again.

Nose buried in my pubes, he holds still, swallows, and then releases me with exaggerated restraint. So slow, it’s almost a mystery when the tip of my junk will be visible, which makes zero sense since I know exactly how big my dick is.

The man is a literal magician. He must swallow swords for practice.

I’m still reeling from the first two times when he goes back for a third, taking me so far downIcan’t even breathe and I’m the one with a clear airway.

Warm, wet heat blankets my length, so divine my toes curl to the point of cramping. Then Damien swallows, right as he tugs on my balls, and my last bit of restraint crumbles.

I have to move.Now.

Fisting my fingers in Damien’s hair I give a firm tug, and he slowly glides off my length, which is dripping with his saliva when I pop free. It’s a sight I never expected to see let alone enjoy, but knowing my dick is covered in his spit? Hottest. Sight. Ever.

Damien licks his lips with a sly grin. “Hang on.”

It’s the only warning I get before he devours me. And by devours, I mean my cock straight up disappears down his throat, over and over and over, until I lose track of whether he’s swallowing me or I’m humping into him.

Any hope I had of keeping my hips still, of feigning disinterest, dissolves as my body chases its release. His mouth is so incredible, tongue massaging my length as he bobs over it, cheeks hollowing as he sucks without restraint. I have a fleeting thought that no pussy has ever felt this good, although that might not be a fair comparison sinceI’ve never been bare inside one, but there’s no question this is most capable mouth I’ve ever had the pleasure to fuck. Or be sucked by.

Either way, there’s a singular thought on my mind as I reach the top of the cliff;I’m so fucked.

I know it as my balls draw up tight. As my cum spills into Damien’s throat. As my vision goes dark, and fireworks burst behind my eyelids.

I’ve never felt like this before. And I never will again.

I cling to the euphoria of my release like I cling to the ball on the field, terrified of what will happen if I let go. Unlike those moments of glory during a game, this moment is one I shouldn’t seek out again, and I want to savor it. To imprint it somehow, so that years from now the memory might bring me some sort of happiness. If only for a brief moment.

My body shudders as Damien milks me dry, and I think I might whimper when cool air hits my sated cock. Before I can fully register the absence of Damien’s mouth, warm liquid coats my dick, and I open my eyes to see him pumping his release all over me.

The sight is both erotic and terrifying. The broad physique hovering above me, heated eyes boring into my skin, a tight fist sliding over his length as ropes of cum spill onto my junk.

Ropes of cum spill onto my junk.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I scramble back as Damien’s hand finally stills.

“Did you want to finish me? Sorry, I was too worked up to wait.” He looks around, searching for something to wipe his hand on, then reaches for me.

I swat his hand away. “No, I didn’t want to finish you. I didn’t want your cum all over me either.”

Despite being fully aware of the one-eighty I’m pulling right now, I can’t stop it. Seeing his cum on me, on my cock just… I can’tunseeit. It’s physical evidence of what we did, not just an image I can shove to the back of my mind, and even though I know it’s irrational to be upset about it in the whole scheme of things, it infuriates me all the same.

Damien laughs incredulously. “I literally just swallowed yours and you’re freaking out about mine on your skin?”

“Not just my skin. Mydick. You came on my dick.” I point at the mess he left behind. “Who does that?”

“Lots of people. Most find it hot.” His brow wrinkles. “I thought you—”

“Don’t.” I hold one hand up to stop him while I grab my sweats with the other. “Don’t tell me what I’m thinking. You don’t know.”

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