Page 40 of Your Only Fan
Ezra
He trails down my body, his tongue massaging every curve of my chest and abdomen until he reaches my groin.
X lifts his head, his mouth unzipped, the eyes barely visible, but despite that, my dick is hard and I’m horny for him.
We’ve been fucking for a few months now, and while our encounters aren’t paying the same amount that they used to when we started, they’re still popular with my fans, and more importantly, I enjoy his company.
His lips part and he lowers his mouth over my crown. The small of my back reacts to our connection and arches up. My throat dilates as the groan climbs out of me, a blow at a time.
X’s tongue darts over my slit, teasing more out of me than I knew I could give. I make every attempt to keep my hands steady, to catch the action, but X not only knows how to make me squirm but increases his speed so much so that my whole body trembles under his rule.
“Oh. Yeah, baby. Suck my dick. Choke on daddy’s big dick,” I turn my groans into words. My fans live for it, but it’s also the only way I don’t wake the whole neighborhood as I feel my orgasm ready to claw its way out of me.
X pulls away from me and walks around the bed until he gets to the top.
I take deep breaths trying to ease the storm that had been just about to blow inside me and catch him with my camera just as he bends down to kiss my lips.
His kiss is wet and messy, and his tongue goes at war with mine, fighting for dominance. I allow him a few moments of victory before I let the camera drop to my side and seize him.
He crashes on top of me and I hold his face to mine by the back of his head. He can’t escape me. He can’t resist me. He can only please me.
Our cocks grind together and our combined sweat makes us both stick to each other as if our skin has been glued together.
“Ngh… fuck… me,” he moans in my mouth, and I smirk at him.
My hand comes down to his butt with force and volume, and he lets out a needy yelp that I feel down to my core.
“Yes. Yes, Ezra. Use me. Use me like a dirty whore,” he whines, and I can’t not obey.
I grab him by the neck and twist us around so he’s lying on his back and I’m on top of him.
His legs immediately hook around my glutes, and with my free hand, I guide my cock to his hole. He slips two fingers around my digit while he lubricates himself, and I push into him before he’s even finished with the task, getting a loud growl from him.
“Are you okay?” I ask him.
He nods. “Yeah. Yeah. Keep. Going. Fuck my bussy, daddy. Come on.”
His dirty talk makes my dick pulse inside him, and I thrust my length deeper into him. I want him to see stars, planets, the whole damn galaxy in his eyes. I want him to forget his name and mine and just be a part of me. I want him to forget who he is so I can find out.
X’s moans add to the room’s clapping sounds from our clashing bodies, and his tongue licks all around his mouth, the fabric of the hood, leaving wet patches and making me go even harder on him.
“Yes, daddy. Faster. Faster. Give me your nut. Breed this little whore’s pussy. Come on,” he shouts, and it’s all I can do to hold it in any longer.
My orgasm shoots out of me like a tsunami, and it takes away all my energy and breath with it, filling X up.
I drop my head between my shoulders, my hands still supporting me over him, and his legs relax around my ass.
He takes hold of his own dick and starts beating it while I’m still inside him.
Watching him pleasure himself is an artform in itself. It even makes my dick throb with need, but I’m all spent, so even when I go hard inside him again, I lose my erection quickly and my dick eases out of him along with my cum.
“Call me baby,” he gasps. When I don’t react, he repeats himself with even more urgency.
I catch my breath and look at the two zipper slits where his eyes should be.
“Come for me, baby,” I tell him.
“Again.”
