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Humming again, he took me deep, sucking so hard I nearly levitated off the bed. His tongue swirled along my shaft, making me see stars.
Fuck yes. He’s doing this for me. His first time, and he’s tearing me apart with it.
When he sped up again, my hips really did lift off the bed as instinct took over. It took all the strength I had not to thrust into his mouth. “Jesus, Ade,” I whispered. “Nobody ever… like this.”
The tingling in my balls ignited. Heat raced up my spine, crackling through every nerve like a burning fuse toward dynamite. I was mere seconds from blowing.
But it wasn’t the suction or the slide of his tongue that pushed me over; it was the look on his face when I glanced down again. He was focused and hungry, sucking me like it was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life.
“Fuck, Ade. Gonna come.”
But instead of pulling off, he sucked harder.
“Now!” The first blast was so intense it ripped a strangled groan out of me. I reared up off the bed, and when Ade’s lips slipped off my cock, the next rope of cum painted his cheek. His eyes were as wide as moons, but he didn’t stop jerking me. The next shot hit his mouth and dripped down his chin.
I fell back onto the bed as he worked me through it, milking out the last drops with slow strokes and licking them off the head.
“Fuck,” he said, grinning as he wiped his face with the sheet. He kissed my cock and balls, then slid up my body and braced himself over me.
I couldn’t speak. Hell, I could barely breathe.
“Was that good enough?” he whispered.
Before I found my voice, I had to swallow twice. “Holy God. Best fucking blow job of my life.”
The relief on his face stole my breath.
“I wanted to take it all in my mouth,” he said, “but there was so much. I swallowed the first couple of shots though.” Then he kissed me, and when he pushed his tongue into my mouth, I tasted myself. Riles was a sex god.
We stared into each other’s eyes when he pulled away. “You were perfect,” I said. “And for the record, you looked gorgeous with my cum all over your face.”
He snorted. “Have to admit, it felt kind of hot. Maybe I’ll let you do it again.”
“Anytime, babe. Just give the word.”
He gave me another kiss, then sat back on my thighs. His eyes were glittering with leftover mischief. “Gotta take care of something. You can watch.”
His cock was rock hard and leaking. He spat in his hand, wrapped it around himself, and started jerking so fast I felt itin my gut. Wet, frantic sounds filled the room, and I watched in awe as he threw his head back. He had his eyes closed, and his mouth hung open. His moans were so filthy I wanted to drag him back down and suck him again.
“Logan… Fuck!” His voice broke on the word, and then he was coming in thick streaks across my stomach, hips jerking as he sobbed my name.
“Jesus,” I whispered when he was done. “So fucking hot.”
He grinned, trying to catch his breath. “Blowing you… got me so excited… I couldn’t help it.”
I took his hand and sucked the cum off his fingers, then licked the rest from his palm. Every guy liked seeing his cum appreciated, so I played with it in my mouth, slurping loudly, then letting him see it before I swallowed with a loud gulp.
“Fucking hell, Logan. You like my jizz?”
I nodded. “Delicious.”
He collapsed beside me with a satisfied groan. “Let me rest, and then I’ll get something to clean you up.”
“No need. I’m prepared.”
I leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed one of the cum towels I kept stashed underneath.
Riles cracked up. “That towel’s dry. You’ll have crusty jizz stuck in your belly hair.”
