Page 86 of Full Split
What I am sure of, is that there is a full-on slip and slide between my legs, my dick is throbbing, and Wyatt’s cock is bobbing inches from my face. Part of me wants to bite it just to provoke him, but I don’t want to hurt him.
“Keep looking at it like that,” he warns.
I jut my neck forward and lash out with my tongue, barely catching the tip of it. It’s enough to make the rigid length of him bounce a little, and I imagine it making reverb noises like a diving board.Boioioioioinng
My attempt to stifle my laughter comes out as a snort. Wyatt’s eyes widen.
“Are you… Are you laughing at my dick?”
“Absolutely not,” I say, but I’m laughing so hard I can’t get the words out properly.
“You little brat!” he says, trying to hold his own laughter back. “If you don’t watch it?—”
His words are cut short when I open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue. It’s an invitation, permission, and a dare all at once.
“Is that what you want? You want me to shut you up with my cock down your throat?”
I’m not laughing anymore. I’m salivating. Throbbing. Spit drips from my outstretched tongue.
“Jesus,” he breathes, before crawling up the length of my body until he’s straddling my chest. Holding his cock in one hand, heleans forward and places his free hand on the faux headboard that’s bolted to the wall and feeds it to me slowly.
I keep my eyes on him as he slowly slides his cock over my tongue and between my lips. I relax my jaw and let him push back as far as he dares before pulling back.
“Jesus,” he repeats again. “Niles, you look…Fuck.”
He slides in again, adjusting his angle so he can see better or to avoid smothering me, I’m not sure. I just know that the feral look in his eye is going to feed my spank bank for the rest of my life.
While Wyatt uses my mouth and throat like a cock sleeve, testing how far he can take me before easing back, I reach between my legs and assess the damage. I’m so sensitive, I jolt at my own touch, prompting Wyatt to pause what he’s doing.
“That’s mine,” he growls. “When I’m done here, I’m going to suck you until you scream and pour all those sweet juices down my throat.”
My eyes are streaming, but I try my best to maintain a glare of my own when I push my fingers inside myself, moaning as I get them nice and slippery wet. The way his eyes widen then roll when I bring my wet hand up to his ass and push one finger against the rim of his asshole sends a surge of pure ecstasy down my spine and I swear I’m leaving a wet spot on this bed like I’ve pissed myself.
Slowly, I breach the ring and gently thrust my finger inside, just to the first knuckle, until he’s trembling and thrusting with the movements of my finger. The deeper I go, the deeper he goes, until I’m gagging and he’s shouting. He unloads down my throat with such force that I end up coughing half of it up. Some goes up my nose, some out the sides of my mouth. It’s a fucking mess,but it doesn’t keep Wyatt from pulling out and shifting himself so he’s half leaning, half propping me up by the back of my neck to take my mouth in the sloppiest, dirtiest kiss imaginable.
Holy fuck this man…
As the kiss slows down, he lowers himself next to me and pulls me over him.
“Ride my face, baby. I want to eat you until you cry.”
I nearly come on the spot, but he maneuvers me over him so my ass is directly in his face and my hands are resting on his broad chest.
“Is all this for me?” he says, and I’d roll my eyes if they weren’t already rolling back from the pleasure of his tongue lapping at me in broad strokes. “With all this pre-cum, I can only imagine how much you’re going to pour down my throat.”
He wastes zero time, slurping my dick into his mouth like a wet noodle.
I suck in a breath. “Oh,Fuck?—"
I’m trembling in seconds, repeatingOh, Fuck, Oh, Fuck, Oh, Fuckunder my breath like a prayer while I try to hold myself up as an intense orgasm crests.
And then there’s the finger.
I suppose, all things considered, it’s fair he surprises me the same way I did him. But he goes above and beyond, because, well, it’s Wyatt.
One fat finger slides inside my pussy and pumps until I can’t breathe. Everything seizes up, but he doesn’t relent. He keeps sucking my cock, flicking his tongue over the sensitive tip, andtapping something inside me that makes me clench. He adds another finger, or the one he has in there expands, I don’t know.
Every muscle contracts and releases, contracts and releases, as I rock back on his finger and mouth. I cry out, the orgasm crashing over me in wave over wave.
