Page 90 of Loving the Legend
His head falls back digging into the pillow. “Fuuuuck, you give the best head, baby.”
I grin inwardly. I’ve had a lot of practice with him.
I use my hands to stroke him as my tongue trails down to his crease.
I apply slow licks across his rim in circular motions. He writhes and sputters curses and delicious moans. He fucks my hand as I penetrate him with my tongue, oscillating between licking and sucking. His legs are trembling when I replace my tongue with a lubed finger, penetrating his tight ring of muscle. He feels unbelievable, making my dick scream for attention. I ignore it, adding a second finger, working up to a third.
“Ahh, I’m gonna come,” he warns me.
I pull back, lube up my cock and roll on the vibrator ring. I turn it on to the lowest setting, not wanting him to come too soon.
I stroke my cock a few times, staring into penetrating eyes dilated from ecstasy, and then I enter him. The vibration of the ring has us both moaning.
“Damn, you feel amazing.”
He whimpers, teetering on the edge of orgasm.
I activate all of my muscles as I channel my strength into thrusting slowly. The only thing holding me back from coming is his euphoric moans. I love that shit. He fists the sheets as he comes apart from the pleasure of every stroke hitting his prostate. The vibration extends the tremors wracking through him. No one else gets to see him like this. It’s fucking intoxicating.
“I can’t—Christ—fuck,” he cries out.
“Not yet.” I use my free hand to grab lube to start fingering myself open. “My hard cock—ungh”—I bite my bottom lip hard to stop myself from coming—“was made for your tight hole. You feel fucking unbelievable. We fit perfectly, baby. Hold on for me a little longer.”
His eyes roll closed, and his forehead glistens with sweat. I swipe up the pre-cum beading on his slit and suck it into my mouth.
I pull out of him and climb up his large frame.
He punches the sheet in protest, making me grin and dip down for a kiss, drinking in his moans. We kiss sloppily as he ruts against my pelvis, desperate for friction. The vibrator intensifies the sensation of his touch.
“I’ve never been fucked by a championship MVP,” I whisper against his mouth.
His eyes widen when I straddle him and slowly sink down on his cock.
“Holy fuck!” he groans, gripping my hips as he grinds up into me.
Damn, he’s deep. My head falls forward as he bites, then sucks his favorite spot on my neck while my ass swallows his cock over and over.
“Sid!” I shriek when he squeezes the globes of my ass and thrusts hard.
“Hmm?” he rasps, a lazy grin on his face.
I remember who’s in charge tonight and lean back and grab the dildo. I roll on the vibrating ring and turn it to the highest setting. His eyes widen as I press it against his rim and push it in, slowly penetrating and riding him at the same pace. Two penetrations in, his abs contract, and his eyes roll closed.
I clench around him and fuck him deep with the dildo. “Come for me.”
He tenses, and a hoarse “Bab-arghh-fuck,” rips out of him as he fills me with his orgasm.
I’m on the edge myself, so I take what I need and fuck myself on his cock.
The tips of his fingers wrap around my balls, and my vision wipes out.
“Ngh, Sid,” I wail as I come hard. I’m bent over, catching my breath, when he swipes my cum off of his chest and sucks it into his mouth. He misses a strip, and I lick it up before I collapse against him.
After a few deep breaths, he nestles around me so that we’re spooning.
“I love you too,” I whisper, turning my face to kiss his lips.
He grins and tucks me closer to him.
