Page 68 of The Misfit Mage and His Devilish Desires

I whimpered, and he relented, kissing and licking and slapping the cheek again for good measure.

“Fuck.” I trembled.

He went back to burying his tongue in my hole, caressing my skin, shoving my face further into the floor with his tails. And then Bez had gone and flipped me over onto my back again.

I groaned, muttering profanities as the ecstasy of his touch simmered. “Why’d you stop?”

“Because the perfect meals should be evenly cooked.”

I snorted at the absurdity of the comment. “Was that supposed to be sexy? Bez, I mean, funny, sure, but sexy is—”

He swallowed the entirety of my cock, leaving me a flabbergasted, moaning mess.

I lay there, fully enveloped by the warmth of his mouth and the practiced touch of his fingers, which found their way inside me. I moved my arms, not to control Bez’s head—why control the perfect motion? No. I wanted to prop myself up. Sit and bask in the pleasure of Bez sucking me off. But he wrapped a tail around each of my biceps and throat, pulling me down and pinning me in place. When my tail switched defensively, he teased it, taunted, distracted, and left me a blurred mess.

Bez gurgled, his throat making this noise that added to the blowjob, made every nerve on my cock swell.

I tried to bite my knuckle, to hold back my panting moan, but Bez didn’t relent. His tails kept me in place as he played with my cock and brought me closer and closer and closer until I couldn’t help but shout.

“Wait!” My hips thrust instinctively, seeking satisfaction, seeking completion.

I came down Bez’s throat, hips twitching. He didn’t relent, sucking and holding the entirety of my throbbing cock in his mouth.

“Bez,” I whined.

Finally, he released me, letting me pant uncontrollably beneath him as he stood to his feet.

“Oh, Wally, save your breath.” Bez unfastened his slacks. “You’ll be screaming my name soon enough.”

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Bez

Wally stared in awe as I slid my pants down. I used the tail around his throat, the only one I kept around him, to pull him forward. He crawled toward me, obedient when leashed and completely subservient to my needs because even before I told him what to do, he went to work on my dick.

It would take him a moment to adjust; he knew this much based on how quickly he started playing with the head of my cock, so I savored the moment. He licked and teased and stretched his jaw wider every time he shoved the head in his mouth. Little by little, he gauged how much he could fit in his mouth. All the while, he stroked my long, thick shaft with both his hands.

“You want it all, don’t you, you greedy boy?”

He moaned in response, taking in another inch before pulling back as his face blushed.

I undid my tie and stripped off my shirt, standing fully nude while Wally bobbed his head back and forth on the tip of my dick.

“You’re gonna have to work harder, Wally.” I grabbed a handful of his curls and shoved his head down.

He gagged, his throat bulging at the suddenness of my cock pushed deeper than he expected. His body jerked away, held in place by the fact I had his head.

“Come on now.” I lightly smacked his face, pumping my hips at the same time. “You talked such a big game, Wally.”

He grabbed my hips and braced himself. I went to relent, recognizing this as a sign he’d use when he couldn’t ask or speak or tell me to ease. But Wally didn’t back away. In fact, he leaned forward when I backstepped, keeping my cock deep in his throat as he choked, spit drooling down his face the entire time.

“Fuck, you’re such a hungry boy, aren’t you?” I pulled his head back, forcing him to breathe free without my cock. “Tastes so good, doesn’t it?”

He panted, then wiped tears from his eyes, and prepared to say yes, to concur, to beg for my dick back, so I generously obliged.

I rammed my cock all the way back into his throat and savored the sweet satisfaction of his gurgles as he swallowed it all the way to the base. Once his jaw stretched to his limits, I bucked and moved at a steady pace.

Wally looked up at me as I fucked his mouth. Gods, the way tears welled up, the way he gagged and his back curled up with a need to stop, but he pressed on, craving my pleasure and taking my dick so damn well.

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