Page 100 of Hollow Heart

The grin that falls over my face is stupid.

I shouldn’tlikethe force, or the command, but damn it, I fucking love it.

Something about the tone of Duncan’s voice strikes a chord within me, and I think I would doanythingfor that voice.

I pull his sweats down to his knees, letting his solid cock spring free.

The last time I laid eyes on this beautiful cock, he was pleasuring himself while I fucked his mouth, and even from my angle above him, his thickness was rather sizeable.

But up close and personal, I nearly drool at the sight.

I’ve had my fair amount of dick, but none as thick as Duncan.

No wonder the man has the confidence of a king.

With a battering ram like that, I’d probably feel like God’s fucking favorite, too.

I half worry I will asphyxiate to death, but damn, if I die sucking his cock, it’s a good way to go out.

I grab him in my hand first, and note my fingersbarelymeet one another when I wrap them around him.

It’s a stretch for sure, and my mind spirals, wondering what that stretch would feel like in my ass.

Fucking hell.

My cock twitches, pushing against the inside of my jeans.

I suck in a breath and count to three, flashing my gaze up at him as I lick him from base to head, sucking on the tip, dragging my lip ring along his slit.

Four. Five. Six.

“Oh my God, Felix...” he hisses, his head hitting the back of the headboard. His fingers grip my hair tighter as he thrusts his cock against my lips, and I can taste the trickles of his precum against my tongue.

Seven. Eight. Nine.

I watch his eyebrows knit together as he sucks in a breath, his gaze finding mine. I don’t break it as I let out my own breath.

Ten.

In one fell swoop, I take him into my mouth, and I feel like I might actually choke.

My cock throbs and I move to adjust myself, and Duncan grunts as I lave my tongue around his solid cock, drool forming at my chin from the motion.

I groan in ecstasy as I lick and suck, all the while imagining what it would feel like to be stuffed by this perfect cock.

His hand loosens its grip in my hair, and he breathlessly calls my name.

I lose myself in the sound of his grunts, the way he breathes my name, the lightheadedness I feel as he slowly thrusts his hips up, causing his cock to hit the back of my throat.

I push his knees apart, grinding my cock into the mattress beneath me, driven by the need to fucksomething.

Or someone, but I’m not about to turn Duncan over and rail him into the headboard just yet, given his reluctance and his natural dominance.

But God, what I wouldn’t give to watch him make a mess of this bed while I fuck him senseless.

The thought drives me to deep throat him once more, humming around his cock, and he bursts like a dam, growling out a string of curses as I swallow his load like it’s my favorite goddamn drink.

When he’s finished, I remove my mouth from his shaft, looking up to take stock of the euphoria on Duncan’s face, when I am full on knocked over, my back hitting the soft mattress.

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