Page 69 of Needing Your Love
I clenched, winking my hole in attempt to get him moving and that perfect dick so far up my ass I could taste him in the back of my throat.
He groaned, shaking his head. “The things you do to me.”
“I’m so empty—fill me up, Sutton. Need you.” Zero trace of manipulation coated my pleadings. I simply spoke the truth.
His gaze darkened, and my dick tapped against my taut belly, ready to erupt the second he slid inside me. “Don’t move.”
I stayed put, lips parted as I panted, my skin hot and flushed.
Sutton rounded the bed, retrieved lube from the side table, and climbed between my spread thighs.
I bit my lower lip to stop from begging and whining for him to fuck me already.
He seemed intent on drawing this out, and I wasn’t about to mess up his first time by taking over when he wanted to love on my body all night long. Smoothing his hands from the backs of my knees to where my legs met my groin, he hummed.
“Perfection.”
Words of denial rose up, but I clamped my lips shut to stop myself from ruining the moment.
As though sensing my mind’s too active state, Sutton lifted his focus to my eyes.
We stared at each other as he rubbed his thumbs up and down my taint, toying with my piercing. “Will you tell me how to make you feel good?”
I huffed a small laugh. “Just being here with you is like heaven, Sutton. You could get halfway in my ass, blow your load early, and it would still be the fuck of my life because it’syou.”
“I’m going to make this last, and I promise you’ll be wrung out and wasted once I’m done with you.” Sutton’s declaration made my heart race. “The best thing about being my age is I’ve got stamina, boy, so hold on tight.”
He settled on his stomach and licked from my pucker to my leaking slit, growling. “I could eat this ass all night long.”
I choked on a moan that abruptly cut off when he shoved his tongue into my hole. “Oh God—fuck!” Clutching at the backs of my thighs, I tried to fuck myself on his probing flesh, but he clamped his hands atop mine and held me still.
He rimmed me for what felt like hours, slurping and groaning over how much he loved the musky sweet scent of my groin, the smooth, hairless skin he glided his tongue over. Once he closed his mouth around my cockhead, I was half out of my mind, delirious with desire, my balls tight and ready to erupt.
“S-Sutton,” I gasped, finally grasping at his hair. “Too close.”
He hummed around my length, playing with my goddamned piercing, his other fingertips trailing over my saliva-soaked pucker.
I tapped on his head when he ignored my warning. “You’re gonna make me come.”
Pressure—a finger slid knuckle deep into my ass.
“Fuck!” I convulsed, cum shooting up my shaft and onto Sutton’s waiting tongue.
He swallowed, seemingly unconcerned about having a mouthful of bitter spunk. The man sucked. Me. Dry. Rubbed over my prostate he’d managed to locate, enticing me to give him every last spurt I had.
“God.” I groaned, swallowing hard and gulping oxygen while going limp. My skin tingled as I lay spent, and euphoria lacing my system caused a grin to etch on my face.
Sutton slid his finger free and took another long taste of me from hole to slit.
“Fuck.” I shuddered, a little too sensitive. He grasped my shaft and gently squeezed, attempting to rouse me to life again. “Need a minute.” I groaned as he tugged on the ring below my sac. “Sutton.”
“Hmm?” He shifted upward, planked on an elbow, half-atop me while working my dick. His lips were swollen and red from the meal he’d made of me, and I clasped his whiskered jaw in my hands, tugging his face down. He smelled like me, and I whimpered.
“Kiss me.”
He did.
Lazily and thoroughly, every gentle stroke of his musk-laced tongue inside my mouth shifting blood back to my groin.
