Page 44 of Dubious Match
“Is that why I’m getting dessert first?” he asks, dropping to his knees and sticking his tongue out.
“Such a good fucking boy,” I murmur, my fingers sinking into his dark hair. I love that even though Brice cut it recently that I can still pull on it. “It’s exactly why you’re getting my cum now. I need to make sure I don’t embarrass myself tonight. I’ve been really wound up.”
“You’re the nice one,” he reminds me, his tongue still hanging out of his mouth, making his words garbled.
Chuckling, I continue to stroke my dick before smacking it down on his tongue. My precum begins to coat his slick tongue, his mouth fucking watering for me.
“God, you love when I use you, don’t you, baby?” I groan. “I want to be nice again, right after I explode all over your face.”
My hands fist as I pull him down my shaft, using his mouth as my personal fuck toy. Remy groans as he swallows me down, occasionally struggling with my length as he gags. My hands tighten as I drop my head back, gulping down air as I struggle to pace myself.
His eyes tear up as he gazes up at me, his fingers digging into his thighs as my hips begin to thrust forward as well. Fuck, I love how he softens for me, letting me take what I need. Remy may be the hardass in our group, forcing the hard questions, but he and Felix are both the fixers of our pack.
They don’t allow people to disrespect us, and they insist on giving respect in return. It’s why we work so well together.
Remy also has a velvety smooth tongue, a wet mouth, and a tight fucking throat. This is exactly what I need.
My knot occasionally brushes his lips as I fuck his face, his throat bulging with my girth as I slide in and out in shallow strokes. I am completely happy with my cock staying sheathed down his throat. His moans are fucking addicting, especially as drool slips out of his mouth to roll down his face.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Remy,” I gasp. My back tingles in warning, my knot wanting to be shoved into his mouth.
While he could take it, we don’t have time for that level of fun. As a pack, we’ve knot trained each other, experimented with different things, and figured out what we each enjoy.
I really want to mark Remy with my cum, but I’m a damn gentleman. I know it’ll be messy if I do, and he has work to finish up.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I warn him. Remy grabs my ass and pulls me toward him, making me swallow back a yell as he lets my knot stretch his lips even further.
It’s when he gives me a hint of his teeth that I explode, my vision whiting out as my cum fills his mouth. Remy swallows around me, his hands steadying my body as it sways. My chest is heaving as I struggle to regulate my breathing, and I slowly slide out of Remy’s mouth.
I don’t even have to ask him to show me how well he did, he simply opens his mouth wide so I can see the slight stripes of mycum that still cling to his tongue. Pulling him to his feet, I kiss him hard, trying to collect the remnants of my release from him.
We’re both breathing hard as we pull away from each other, and I’m amused as I see how hard he is.
“I have to go work on gift bags with an erection, but it’ll be worth it,” he chuckles.
Putting my dick away, I grin, feeling very relaxed.
“Did you get to call Hollis to talk about them?” I ask.
“I did, she had some good insights. We have three weeks until the event, so I’ve been working on them throughout the day as I have time,” he explains.
“Why don’t you get people to help you?” I ask.
“Should I? I really didn’t think about it even though we’re sponsoring the event,” he admits.
“Yeah, grab a few people to help. They’re fun to put together, I’m sure it won’t be an issue. Come on,” I decide.
Remy follows me, trying to get his hair to behave, but I think it’s a lost cause.
“I need three people to help Remy with creating gift bags,” I call out as I walk. “They’re for a good cause. Who has some time?”
Honestly, I know that we’re always busy, but I personally like to break up my day with variety.
Three hands go up and I nod with a smile, squeezing Remy’s shoulder.
“Have fun,” I say, walking away, whistling under my breath.
My staff hides their smiles but I don’t care. I feel so much fucking better. Sometimes, you just need to face fuck your attitude out.
