Page 106 of Seeing Grayscale

Who knew this nipple play would get me this horny?

With an exaggerated suck on my right one, I whimper. My dick flexes impatiently as his hand vanishes from the area. “Tell me if you don’t like something, okay?”

I nod fast, lifting my hips in invitation. He presses one last kiss on my lips that I chase desperately and slides down my body. My shirt is rucked under my armpits while my sweats are around my knees. It dawns on me that I could take both off, so I hurry to pull off my shirt since his face now hovers over my groin, his breaths hot against the wet tip of my dick.

My teeth bite down on my lip, my eyes locked on his every move, and I am positive the anticipation alone will kill me. There’s no stopping my gasp when he lets a string of his saliva fall from his parted lips and onto my cock. Almost scalding against my sensitive skin, Hunter blows over the trail of spit sliding down my shaft, and my nuts draw up tight.

“Hunter,” I beg again.

Instead of touching the one part of me thatneedshim, the man stuffs his face in the crease of my groin and licks me. My eyes cross as my toes curl up, tension like I’ve never felt before coils tightly in my lower stomach. It’s uncontrollable; the urge to come is stronger than ever. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and it’sright there.

When he drags his lips to my inner thigh, latching onto the flesh and sucking it taut, I bellow. “Ohfuck. Please.” It’s a whispered chant.Please. Please. Please.

His beard scratches against my sack as he moves his mouth closer and closer. I’m writhing like a trapped animal, but I’m not afraid. I cry out again when he dives lower and sucks one of my balls into his mouth. I don’t think it’s possible to come like this, but I just might.

He turns his attention to my other nut, coaxing more moans and begs from me while he strokes my stomach and right leg. I thrash my head from side to side, the cooling spit on my dick is almost painful.

“I need to come,” I whine, a fresh pulse of precum oozing out of my slit.

“You will, baby.”

“Now!”

He kisses my sack a bit more then latches on to my other inner thigh. The hand on my stomach travels down at a snail’s pace, and I feel it. The build rises to a crescendo. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

My breath catches, my muscles tense, and a split second before I come untouched, Hunter slides his fist down my cock. The dam holding back my release crumbles, and I come so hard I see white. Sounds I can’t recognize explode from my throat while I tremble and shake. My dick kicks over and over into his fist as my back bows into an unnatural U.

“Look at you,” he purrs and sucks my sticky cockhead into his mouth. I whimper, too sensitive to handle it, but I don’t want him to stop.

I heave breath after breath as his tongue swirls over my mess, dipping into my slit to get more of me. My hands finally drop down to his head, carding through the thick, silky strands as I fuck into his mouth. It’s both pleasure and pain, the hot suctionof his lips and mouth keeping me hard and on edge. I lift my head to watch, his eyes already on me.

The stretch of his lips around my girth is almost obscene. He only has the upper half of my dick in his mouth, but I’m more than happy with that. The man is playing my body like I’m the only man he’s ever had.

Each drag of his tongue, every time he hollows out his cheeks and swallows—it’s all-consuming. And before I know it, I feel the tell-tale signs of another orgasm brewing. I want my cum inside him—want to claim him from the inside out.

Paint his heart with only images ofme.

“Fuck, Hunter,” I rasp. “Feels so good.”

He hums, sending tiny vibrations down my shaft. “More,” I demand.

I’m given more.

And more.

My restraint falters as I thrust up into his mouth, the obvious gag that happens spurs me on. I’m a man unchained, free to take what I need from someone who wants to give it to me. Gripping his head tighter, I pick up my pace, needing to come again. As if he senses my desperation, he cradles my balls in his palm, rolling and squeezing while fisting the lower half of my cock and pumping in time with my thrusts.

And I see fuckingstars.

My moan rips free from somewhere in my chest as my entire body thumps in time with the throb of my dick. This orgasm tears me in half. I whimper and keep thrusting. “Hunter.”

Not letting a single drop escape, he sucks even harder, draining me dry. As endless aftershocks ransack my body, I go limp, letting go of his head. I expect him to stop. I expect him to be done pleasing me.

But Hunter isstillsucking my rapidly shrinking dick. “Hunter?” I wheeze.

Letting me slip from his lips, he offers me a lopsided grin. His hazel eyes dance with mischief and excitement. “That’s it, baby? I think you’ve got one more.”

“There’s nothing left,” I chuckle.

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