Okay, I don’t know where this‘sir’business is coming from, but it can fucking stay. Holy hell, he is a fucking wet dream come to life. I bring my cock up to his lips, and he obediently drops them open, letting me glide right over his hot, wet tongue. He moans when he closes around me, as if sucking my cock reallydoesturn him on.
His head bobs up and down in long, languid strokes of his mouth. Every caress of his tongue on the underside of my shaft heats my blood and sends jolts of pleasure straight to my balls. As he pops off, that talented tongue flicks out, teasing the tip.
Dark eyes look up at me through his lashes. “Am I allowed to use my mouth on your balls,sir?” His voice is dripping with sex, and the fact that he just asked mypermissionhas me almost coming on the spot.
Nodding once, I respond with, “You may.”
He throws me a sexy smirk beforedevouringmy balls. Seriously, there’s no other way to describe it. The flat of his tongue slides across the whole sac, before he sucks one into his mouth, tongue swirling around, cheeks hollowed. My toes curl, head dropping back.
“Goddamn, baby,” I moan. The pleasure vibrating through me has me lightheaded.
Moaning loudly, he switches it up, sucking the other one into his mouth for a minute, before licking his way back up my cock. He places sweet kisses along the entire length, swiping his tongue over the bead of pre-cum dripping for him on the tip.
Once he’s got that licked up, smiling as he does, he takes me all the way back into his mouth. His throat constricts around my cock, and I fucking swear I see God. Before I even know what’s happening, my balls draw up as my cock pulses hot cum down his throat.
He swallows every drop, throat continuing to close around me. Tears are falling down his face, spit dribbling off his chin, but his hands never once unclasp behind his back. As soon as I finish, I pull out of his mouth, tugging my sweats back up.
“Go sit on top of my desk,” I instruct him.
He does as he’s told, cock hard as a rock, chest heaving with shallow breaths. He’s fucking beautiful. I kiss him as soon as I get in front of him, tasting myself on his tongue. Pulling back to look into his eyes, I weave my fingers through his hair.
“You were a good boy”
He says nothing, biting his lip to hide his growing smile.
“Do you want to come?”
“Please.”
My hand comes up to his face, and he immediately knows what to do, spitting into my palm. His hands are gripping the edge of the desk so hard, his knuckles turn white. Cash throws his head back, hissing through gritted teeth, when my hand closes around his length.
My slippery hand slides up and down easily, pre-cum mixing with his spit. “Look at me when I make you come, Bambi.”
His hooded eyes open, pupils eating his irises. “Yes,sir,” he moans, his body shuddering.
“Did you like sucking my cock?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Did you like swallowing my cum?”
“Yes. Oh,God.I’m about to come.”
He got himself so close to coming just by pleasuring me, and if that doesn’t just excite the hell out of me. “Go on, then… come for me, Bambi.”
His eyes fight to stay open, but his gaze never falters as his jaw drops open. Abs tightening and body shaking, his cock erupts thick, white spurts of cum all over his stomach, a throaty groan coming from his chest.
I stroke him until the last drop comes out. His blissed-out eyes devour my soul, a post-orgasm smile cracking on his face. “That was… wow,” is all he manages to say.
There’s a box of Kleenex on my desk, so I grab a few, cleaning up his chest, tossing the used tissues into the garbage. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, resting my cheek on the side of his head as his arms wrap around me.
After several minutes in each other’s embrace, we peel apart, and he gets dressed. I walk him to the door and when we reach it, he looks back at me. “Still on for tonight, or no?”
“Absolutely. If you want to, that is.”
“I do,” he says in a hurry.
“Okay, I’ll still pick you up around eleven.” Pressing my lips to his, we kiss for a moment, before he heads down the stairs, toward wherever his car is parked.