Page 26 of Sypher

“Miss you, Danny.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” His gentle sucking on my earlobe elicited a soft moan from me. The leather of my chair creaked when I swiveled around, my hands finding their way up his firm thighs, the smooth skin a welcome contrast. I cupped his ass as his heat radiated from his body and his hands stroked my hair, each touch sending tendrils of pleasure down my spine.

Leaning forward, I whispered my question against his stomach, my lips brushing lightly against his skin. “Do you need me, babe?”

“I will always need you,” he replied.

I looked up at him and ran my fingers along the waistband of his shorts, gradually sliding them down his hips to reveal his erect shaft. Exploring his body, my hands lingered on his strong, sculpted chest, enjoying the warmth of his skin, the subtle scent of his cologne, and the feel of his muscles beneath my touch.

Leaning in, I brought my mouth down to his stiff cock, feeling him gasp and then moan in response. I savored hisunique taste while I ran my tongue over his moist skin, enjoying the salty-sweet flavor reminiscent of salted caramel, before swallowing a droplet of pre-cum eagerly. Gripping him tighter, I rubbed the head of his cock over my lips, his pre-cum slick and warm against my skin. I pulled back, my tongue tracing the salty sweetness before licking my lips, savoring his taste.

With a swift movement, I leaned in and enveloped his shaft with my mouth, relishing the sensation of its head sliding against my tongue and the roof of my mouth while it moved toward the depths of my throat. I paused for a moment to absorb everything around me, when his hand gently rested behind my head, keeping me in place as he started to move his hips.

He wanted to fuck my mouth.

As I looked up, I saw him with closed eyes, head thrown back while he moved rhythmically in and out of my mouth. I made sure to keep my tongue moving around his shaft the entire time. He was hard when he began, but now he was throbbing. Leaning forward, I anticipated his next thrust, preparing to take him in deeper. And when he pushed deep into my eager mouth, I instinctively gripped onto the firmness of his buttocks to keep him steady.

I wanted to treasure every moment, the taste of his organ rich and warm against my lips, each pulse a tiny tremor. I panted and groaned with pleasure. Taking pleasure in every part of him, craving more and more, eager for him to climax, yearning for his release to be explosive.

“Oh God,” he groaned as his hips moved in slow motion and I bobbed my head up and down his large shaft, using my tongue in a way that I knew would drive him wild. A harsh intake of breath escaped his lips while his fingers roughly threaded through my hair, the scent of his sweat filling my nostrils.

“Ah fuck, yeah,” he groaned as I allowed him to take control of the tempo while he moved my head rapidly.

My eyes watered when he intensified his thrusts, going deeper than he ever had before. I felt my cock grow harder with each rough thrust, and sharp twinges of pain shot through my head as he grabbed me by my hair.

Sucking him deep, I wrapped my lips around the tip of his throbbing shaft, refusing to let him go as I gripped his cock with one hand and bobbed my head furiously.

Dante began thrusting forward almost immediately, gripping my hair again forcibly.

I moaned as a wave of pleasure crashed through me, his cock dripping constantly now. He grunted and groaned, his thrusts quicker and deeper, touching the back of my throat.

“Oh God. FUCK!” he roared when a huge spattering stream spewed from his dick—so forcefully I almost choked.

As I swallowed every drop, I made a small gagging sound before feeling him thrust in again, spurting another weaker stream. I ran my tongue delicately along his trembling shaft, savoring the small spurts that lingered on my tongue after he came.

I looked up at him, swallowed audibly and then asked, “Can I stand up now?”

Dante grinned and nodded.

I stood and kissed him, letting him taste himself on my lips.

With a sharp break from the kiss, I seized his head, letting out a fierce growl that vibrated from deep within my throat.

“Get on your fucking knees.”

For a brief moment, he locked eyes with me, his body reacting instantly as his dick twitched.

“What?” he gasped.

My cock strained painfully from behind my own shorts, and if I didn’t get inside him fast, I knew I would lose my shit. Only he could elicit this kind of primal reaction out of me.

Now he would pay the piper.

“I said. Get on your fucking knees,” I demanded again.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Dante pumped his cock with his hand and dropped to all fours, his weight settling heavily on the ground, as he positioned himself before me. He looked back, waiting for my next move.

“Good boy,” I said while I lowered my sweats to reveal my own swollen cock, the plump head dripping madly. Kneeling behind him, I rubbed my cockhead against his tight hole. He moaned and I damn near came right there, but I desperately needed to be inside him.

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