Page 23 of Glitter

For some reason, once my angel put my dick in his mouth, my lungs decided it would be a good idea to stop working. Well, that was dumb. If I missed a single second of this glorious experience because of passing out from a lack of oxygen, I’d be incredibly pissed at myself.

Hoping to prevent that possibility, I drew in a huge chest full of air; the gasping sound I made was incredibly, and embarrassingly, loud.

Then he pulled off my cock and spit on it…and I nearly stopped breathing again.

Holy fuck that was filthy. In the hottest, bestest way ever.

His hand had been fisted loosely around the base of my cock, but now he slowly slid it up and down my shaft, slicking me up with the excess addition of saliva.

And speaking of things that were filthy… The way he ran his tongue along his lips, as though he was searching out every bit of my flavor that had transferred onto them, was almost pornographically obscene.

Again, I meant that in the hottest, bestest way. Ever.

“You taste so good, boo,” he said, “Just like I knew you would.”

Looking up at me from his position, seated on the small sofa, his eyes glowed like icy blue fire as he told me, “You might want to hold onto something, boo. Because I’m about to swallow you down whole. All the way down. All the way, until I have a throat full of cock.”

Without conscious thought, my hands immediately rose so that I could spear my fingers into the pink, tousled curls of his hair.

“Is that… Is this okay?” I asked, making sure that he didn’t mind me having my hands on him this way.

In all of our sexual encounters—all of our interactions, really—he’d been the one in charge, which seemed to suit both of us. But by venturing into the territory where I could wrest some of that control away from him if I wanted to by being able to direct the movement of his head… I wanted to double check that he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable or vulnerable.

“Oh, that’s perfect, boo,” he stated, sounding completely unconcerned. Actually, he sounded excited. And like he fully expected to still be the one calling the shots, even as I tightened my grip in his hair, bossily handing out commands. “Use my mouth,” he ordered. “Fuck my face and make me choke on your fat dick.”

Precum dribbled out of my slit. How could it not?

He leaned forward and licked it up, humming happily as though it was the tastiest thing he’d ever lapped up with his tongue.

“Come on,” he said. “Do it. Shove your cock in my mouth. Stuff it in there. I want you to fuck my mouth and get yourself off. Fill me up. Fill my throat. Until you’re spilling your cum down mythmmpf—”

I cut off his barrage of commands—his last word coming out as a muffled grunt—by doing as he’d ordered. Plunging my dick back into his open and waiting mouth.

He eagerly sucked me in, taking my dick all the way to the back of the mouth, the way he’d said he would, until my cockhead was nudging the back of his throat. Curse words spilled from my mouth; he felt so fucking good, hot and wet and snug around my dick.

I held myself there, my cock buried as far as it would go in his mouth, for just a brief moment, before pulling back and letting him catch his breath.

Not that he apparently wanted to be able to breathe, if the grumpy sounding grumbling noise he made was any indication. Both of his hands landed on my ass and he used them to insistently nudge me forward, until my cock was once again passing the entrance to his throat.

I had a moment of panic, worrying that my butt was too big, too squishy, too hairy, too…whatever. But it passed quickly, because—

“Shit, shit, shit. Oh, angel,” I said, my brain going completely haywire because his mouth was just that perfect, accidentally allowing the overly saccharine endearment I’d been mentally calling him—since I still didn’t know his actual name—to pass my lips for the first time in front of him. “So good. It’s so good. Oh, shit. You’re…you’re so good. At this. Oh, fuck.”

He didn’t seem to notice the nickname slippage. Thank goodness. Or at least if he had, it didn’t seem to bother him.

Nope, he just kept right on bobbing up and down my cock at the pace he wanted. Pulling me forward, taking me back deep, almost as soon as I managed to drag my dick to the front of his mouth.

It was too much—the slippery softness of his curls twined in my clenching fingers, the hot, devouring suction of his mouth, and the view… Fuck, the view I had of him.

My angel was so pretty. Wrecked, but such a pretty wreckage. His hair was mangled and disarrayed from my hands. His robe had slipped to bare one gleaming pale, satiny shoulder. Wrapped around my plunging dick, his lips were puffy and deeply pink. And a steady overflow of saliva glazed his chin, leaving it a shiny mess.

And the look in his translucent blue eyes… They glowed with lust and want and pleasure. As if he was somehow enjoying this as much as I was. More even.

It was all too much. I wanted this moment, the feel of him sucking me down, to last forever. Forever and ever. Certainly, for much longer than it was going to, because there was no way in hell I was going to last much longer.

Which I reluctantly warned him about. “I’m close. F-fuck, I’m… So…so close.”

I could feel it, my orgasm, building and building. Heavy fullness tightening my balls. Lurking, lurking, just there…waiting on the precipice. Almost… Almost…

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