Page 63 of Devil in Disguise

Standing there, I could clearly see his stiff cock bulging from under his shorts. I wanted him badly. I wanted to claim what belonged to me. He was giving himself to me willingly, and all I had to do was reach out and take it.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I had wanted him from the first moment we met. I would always want him. He was my addiction, the one thing I craved desperately, never getting my fill.

Kneeling before him, I grasped the waistband of his shorts as he lifted his buttocks off the couch and yanked them down his legs. Danny’s cock was impressive and hard as a rock. The veins stood out ludicrously on his shaft, and the engorged, purple head, angry and leaking clear fluid from the eye of his cock, dripped on his muscular ripped abs. His trimmed pubic hair gave a clear view of his large, weighty balls hanging low in his loose sac.

I grabbed a firm hold of his shaft. His dick skin was velvety smooth, with just a touch of dampness. I could feel the pulse of Danny’s heart through the skin as my hand slid up his shaft, to his bulbous head, working the lubricant over the head of his cock. The head of his cock glistened, lubricated with the pre cum that continued to leak from him.

His musky odor drove me wild as I reached out with my tongue and ran it up the underside of Danny’s cock, slowly caressing the crack leading to his leaking piss hole. I lapped up a small amount of clear fluid and tasted it, remembering his amazing taste and smooth texture, like velvet, with a salty, slightly meaty taste.

My cock throbbed as I felt my pre-cum soak into my own shorts.

I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the sweet, salty mixture of his arousal. His sharp intake of breath and the slight buck of his hips encouraged me to take him deeper. I sucked hard, my tongue working feverishly, as I bobbed my head up and down, taking more of him into my mouth with each stroke.

Danny’s hands gripped the couch cushions, his body tensing as he fought to maintain control. I could feel his length throbbing in my mouth, his desire matching my own. I wanted to devour him, to claim every inch of his body. My hands explored his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles, while my mouth continued its relentless assault. Danny’s breath quickened, his hips now thrusting gently, meeting my rhythm. I moiled, taking him deeper still, my tongue never ceasing its dance. His taste and scent overwhelmed my senses, driving me to the brink of madness. A deep groan escaped Danny’s lips as he surrendered to the pleasure, his body arching slightly.

I knew he was close, and I wanted to push him over the edge. My hands roved lower, cupping and massaging his heavy balls, my mouth now working feverishly. Danny’s breath hitched, his body tensing once more as he teetered on the precipice. With a final, desperate thrust, he surrendered to the climax, his essence flooding my mouth. I savored him, milking him dry as he rode out the waves of ecstasy.

“Climb up here, baby.” Danny said, his eyes locked on my stiff cock. “I want to feel you cum all over me.”

Happy to oblige and really needing to blow my load that had been building up for months, I stood and quickly removed my shorts. Fully naked, I climbed onto the couch, straddling Danny’s reclining figure. I relaxed down, sitting on him just above his pelvis. My balls rested satisfyingly on Danny’s belly button.

Danny briefly made eye contact with me again, before going back to my cock, as I stroked myself slowly and sensuously.

“I’ve been neglecting you. Haven’t I, baby?”

“I missed you.”

“I know, baby. I’ve missed you too.”

I slowly increased the intensity of my strokes, moaning quietly as I lost myself in the sensation. My free left hand crept up and circled Danny’s right nipple, enticing blood flow and an erection of its own.

I rocked my pelvis back and forth unconsciously, enjoying the feel of my sac rubbing gently across Danny’s abdomen. Danny watched, transfixed, while my climax approached. My breaths became deeper, my moans slowly became louder. I felt the familiar sensation build deep in my pelvis as I reached the point of inevitability. All theatrics were off now as I tugged madly on my throbbing cock, jerking myself as hard as I could, chasing the building orgasm before me. The burn extended into the base of my cock and I maintained enough control over myself to utter a single word of warning.

“Danny!” I moaned, only a second before my cock exploded in pleasure. I arched my back, thrusting my pelvis forward as waves of orgasm rocked me. Thick, white semen erupted copiously from my dick. Stream after stream of cum shot forth, painting his neck and his chest, a pool collecting in the hollow at the base of his sternum.

Spent, I collapsed forward into Danny’s embrace, smudging the river of cum between us. I panted, consciousness slowly returning, looking directly into Danny’s face. He grinned impishly, before reaching out with his tongue and lapping up some of the warm white liquid from his chest as he smeared it across his lips, right before he grabbed the back of my head and crushed his mouth against mine in a searing kiss.

Danny’s hands were gentle as they caressed my back, his lips still pressed against mine. I could taste myself on his tongue, a heady reminder of what we had just shared. His hands moved lower, cupping my ass as he pulled me closer, our bodies fitting together perfectly. I could feel his desire building again, his cock twitching against my backside.

I broke the kiss, a small smile playing on my lips as I looked down at him.

“Not so fast,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. I wanted to tease him, to draw out this moment and make it last. I stood up, my body still tingling, and walked over to the window, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the heat of the room. The moonlight bathed my naked form as I looked out over the countryside, the night sky full of sparkling stars.

I heard Danny get up, his footsteps soft on the carpet, as he approached me from behind. His arms wrapped around my waist, his chest pressing against my back, and he buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his breath warm on my neck. “All mine.”

His hands explored, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I leaned back into him, feeling his hardness against my backside. “But I’m not done with you yet,” he continued, his voice low and full of promise. “Not even close.”

Standing there in front of the window for the entire world to see, I gave myself over to him while he reached down and started stroking my cock as his own dick rubbed up and down my ass crack. It had been so long and I needed him more than he would ever know. I needed to feel wanted, desired, and loved by the man who held my heart in his hands.

“Hands on the wall, baby.”

Doing so immediately, I braced myself as I felt Danny’s fingers tease my hole, his cock pushing against me, and I felt myself relax, opening up to receive him. The sensation of being stretched, filled by him, was overwhelming.

I braced myself against the window, my breath forming clouds of steam on the glass as he moved. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him when he thrust forward, his cock sliding deep inside me. I could feel his length, his veins, and his heat as he filled me completely.

Danny’s breath was hot on my neck, his lips brushing my skin as he whispered, “You feel so good, baby.”

I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder, giving him better access. His hands moved up my body, cupping my chest, playing with my nipples as he moved in and out of me. His other hand reached for my cock as he stroked my dick in unison with his thrusts.

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