Page 32 of The Fall Guy

He doesn’t hesitate as he lifts the material away from his skin. I’ve seen him naked in the shower, but this is different.He’s doing this for me.He’s breathtakingly stunning with abs for days. The muscles on his chest and his chiselled abdomen are lickable. How did I ever resist him?

Lifting my hips, I pull down my trousers, letting him see what I’m doing. He wets his lips as his eyes pool with desire.

“On your knees,” he demands with a serious expression.

Usually, I’d back off when he talks about taking things further. I tug at my length a few more times before moving to the edge of my bed. He steps back, giving me a better look at his tenting pants. My mouth feels dry as fuck. Am I ready for this? Am I really going to get on the floor for him? The idea sends a bolt of lightning through my body, and my pre-cum leaks from my dick.

I rub myself a couple more times before making the decision. Lifting from the bed, I lower myself to the ground. He watches me with hungry eyes.

We stand staring at each other for a few seconds before the guard shouts, “Lights out.” We’re plunged into darkness, and I finally submit, bringing myself down to my knees.

He pulls down the waist of his trousers, allowing his dick to spring free. He’s thick and hard. I study the vein bulging from root to tip. In the moonlight, it doesn’t feel so scary to be taking this leap. Sticking my tongue out, I lick up his length, circling the tip. Briefly, he closes his eyes while a low moan escapes his lips.

He watches as I encircle his length before I suck him into my mouth. “Fuck,” he says, as his knees buckle a little.

He tastes salty and I can admit I like having him in my mouth.

I start to work my lips up and down his shaft sucking him in and out of my mouth. He groans, and I reach back for my dick so I can pump it in time with sucking his cock.

My mouth slurps over his length as I suck him deep, and I’m almost begging to come. Fuck, this feels too good.

As I get closer to the edge, my blowjob skills get more careless, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Without warning, hot jets of cum squirt into my throat, and I cum hard all over the floor. I swallow him down while he holds the back of my head like he’s afraid I’m going to pull away.

That’s not going to happen, I love the taste of him filling my mouth.

He grunts a few times before pulling out. I swallow down the rest of his cum before licking my lips.

He playfully bites the corner of his mouth. “Do that again, and I’ll be ready for round two.”

Rio is like no one else. I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of him. “Fuck. Don’t tempt me. That’s the hardest I’ve come in a long time.”

He pulls me to my feet, avoiding the cum stain I’ve made on the floor. He kisses me, tasting his own cum.

“I’ve made you all dirty,” he says.

“It was so worth it.” I grab his ass and kiss him again. Until this moment, I didn’t realise how much I wanted him. He drives me crazy with need. It’s never been like that with any woman.

“Good.” He rubs the back of his neck, and it suddenly feels a bit awkward.

Being confined to our cell I can’t get up and leave but I want to reduce the tricky situation. One blowjob doesn’t mean we’re dating and going to start cuddling. “Night,” I say, trying to break the tension. We dress and climb into our separate beds. “Thanks,” I say after a beat, and he chuckles.Great, I guess I’m not handling this as smoothly as I’d liked.

“Are you thanking me for letting you touch my dick?”

I cringe. “I guess I am.”

“Anytime,” he says with a smirk in his voice.

We fall into a comfortable silence, but I’m not ready to sever our connection yet.

“How did you become a hitman?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer straight away. “The first time I killed a man, it was self-defence. He went for my jugular, and I had no choice but to reach for the nearest object to get him off. After that, I got into trouble here and there. I needed to be able to protect myself. A friend of mine got into some trouble with his stepdad and offered to pay me to solve the problem. Helping people was an easy way to make money, and before I knew it, I was getting contacted by some very wealthy men.”

“Easy money,” I laugh with unease. “I’d call walking someone’s dog easy money. Not what you do.” A weird half laugh, half cry spills out of my mouth before I can stop it.

“Not everyone has a loving family and many prospects.” He sounds sad. I guess in comparison I’ve had a better upbringing.

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