Page 106 of Shift Change

“Goddammit!”

His asshole clenched hard around my finger as he came, thick pulses of cum flooding my mouth. He grunted with every shot, shaking, shoving deeper like he couldn’t stop. I swallowed fast, desperate to take it all, but there was too much. It spilled past my lips and dripped down my chin, hot and filthy.

My cock throbbed against the mattress, leaking more with every sound he made. I wanted to hump the sheets—no, I wanted to climb inside his fucking skin. Still swallowing, I kept my finger buried in him while he gasped through the aftershocks.

He whined when I pulled my finger free, pushing his still-hard cock deeper into my mouth. I’d rarely seen him this undone, and fuck if it didn’t make me want to tear him apart so I could see what he looked like when I put him back together.

I pulled off his cock once he stopped grinding into me. His body slumped back against the mattress like he’d been emptied of everything. He moaned, soft and stunned, and when I glanced up, his eyes were unfocused.

The air was thick with sex and sweat. My face was a mess. I wiped my chin with the back of my hand, but there was too much. The salty-sweet taste clung to my tongue, and I grabbed a corner of the sheet and mopped my face as best I could, even as I swallowed again.

He was still moaning when I leaned in and cleaned him, licking cum from his balls and the sticky base of his shaft, then easing him back into my mouth to soothe him.

“Fuck, babe.” His voice was low and gravelly. “Was so good.”

He hummed through his haze as his cock twitched weakly against my tongue. I wrapped my hand around him to milk out the last few drops, but his fingers clamped around my wrist.

“Sensitive. Stop.”

I let him go, kissed the head one more time, and crawled beside him. His skin was warm and slick. We kissed before I rested my head on his shoulder, and he let out a slow, contented breath, and then chuckled. “I was on fucking fire.”

“When did you wake up?”

He draped his arm over my chest where it had been earlier. “Right before I came. I was dreaming you were blowing me, and I was close. I started waking up, but I couldn’t tell if it was real or the best wet dream I’d ever had.”

I swept a hand across his chest. “Surprise. All of it was real.”

He exhaled a laugh. “God, was it ever. I’m not exaggerating when I say you’re the world’s finest cocksucker.”

“Aw, are you buttering me up so I’ll do it again?”

“You should know the answer to that, considering how often you beg me to suckyourcock.”

“Guilty as charged.”

He turned his head, eyes still heavy, and grinned. “Want me to return the favor?”

“Of course. If I’m the world’s finest cocksucker, you’re the only one who could challenge me for the title. But… as much as I’d love that, I want to fuck you even more.”

His eyes lit up. “Hell yes. Give me a few minutes, and then you can fuck me until I see goddamn stars.”

The way he looked at me—half-dazed, fully desperate—shot straight to my cock. There wouldn’t be any holding back.

“You don’t even know what getting fucked is,” I said. “I’ll pin you down and pound you so hard you’ll forget your name.”

He sucked in a breath. “I feel so fucking empty. Please.”

I raised an eyebrow, smirking like I hadn’t already started planning how to ruin him. “You’ll get it harder than you ever have. I want you limp and leaking by the time I’m done.”

“God, yes.” His voice cracked on the words. “Use me, babe. Fuck me stupid.”

“You sure?”

He whined—actuallywhined. “Do I sound like I’m kidding?”

The spark caught, and the heat that had been simmering in my blood exploded. My cock, already hard from when I sucked him, throbbed in rhythm to my hammering pulse. I was wound tight, starving for the feel of him wrapped around me, for the sounds he’d make when I took him apart.

I climbed over him, chest brushing his slick skin, putting my lips close to his ear. “You’re going to beg for it,” I whispered. “I’m not giving you anything until you convince me you really want it.”

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