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My eyes open, breath ragged as I stare down Noah’s cock. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never done this. Don’t even know where to start.
Noah grabs the base of his dick, one hand still in my hair as he guides me closer, his cockhead tapping my lips. I grab onto his wrist near my head, holding tight, not pushing away.
“Open, little Colt,” he urges. “Lemme take what I want from your mouth.”
Somehow, that makes it easier. The demand in his voice. Knowing I can let him lead. I don’t know what it says about me that I want him to, but I open my mouth and wait.
Noah takes his time, running his cock agonizingly slowly over my bottom lip. His own lips are parted, brown eyes dark, that coppery blaze like flames licking into the night.
“Smack my thigh if it’s too much,” he warns.
I don’t move an inch.
Noah slides his cock onto my tongue, and I have to hold back my groan. “I was right,” he says, smug. “You look good down there.”
He doesn’t let me off his dick to fire off a retort, and even that has my cock bucking.
“Christ,” he says, hips flexing, the smooth glide of his cock through my lips making me dizzy. “My cock looks right at home inside you. Just imagine what it’ll look like in your ass.”
I can’t stop my moan this time. I just can’t.
Noah grins, his thumb running over my cheek before his fist is back in my hair, tugging me down on his dick.
“Ask me for it, little Colt. If you want it, ask.”
He pulls me back, his cock popping wetly from between my lips. “No,” I breathe.
He hums, sliding himself back into my mouth, punching his hips a few times, his dick grazing the back of my throat and making me gag.
“Beg me,” he says.
“Fuck you.”
His grip tightens, the sting bringing tears to my eyes. My own cock leaks onto the towel below my knees, Noah’s taste on my tongue overriding all other senses. He tastes and smells woodsy, like the soap in his shower.
“Beg me to fill your tight virgin ass with my cock, little Colt. Say the words, and it’s yours.”
Tears roll down my cheeks, whether from Noah’s grip in my hair, the blowjob, or the fact that I know I’m going to ask for it like he wants. I knew weeks ago I’d do whatever Noah needed to get him to fuck me. To find out, once and for all, what it feels like to be full of the man, overwhelmed and overloaded, consumed in a way I never have been before.
All he needs is the words. He needs my consent. That’s it.
“Please,” I breathe when Noah pulls back.
“Please what?” he asks gently, rubbing a tear away with his thumb.
I kiss the head of his cock, my eyes slipping closed. “Please fuck me.”
“Colt, baby,” he says, his voice so quiet I’m not sure I’m meant to hear it. “Anything.”
Chapter 26
Noah
Coltonlookslikearugged dream, his hair hanging damp around his face, tears littering his cheeks and his cock flushed and hard, straining toward me.
The man would knock me off my feet if I allowed it. As is, I’m barely keeping it together, everything in me desperate to toss Colton onto my bed and cover every inch of him with my tongue and teeth. I want to mark him, taste him, pull whimpers and pleas from between his lips.
I wanteverythinghe’ll allow me.
