Page 58 of The Pretender
“Fuck,” he whispers. “So pretty.”
Before I can say anything, he twists me around and bends me over the desk.
“Oh god.”
“Damn.” Balt squeezes my ass cheeks. “Pretty,” he murmurs again before he bites me.
I’m at a complete loss for words as Balt spreads my cheeks and buries his face between them, licking and sucking my hole. All I can do is claw at the desk and remind myself to breathe.
The idea that my family could walk in at any moment makes this ten times hotter. At least from this angle, they’d only get a partial view of what he’s doing to me.
Balt eats my hole like it’s his last meal and I am here for it. I can’t even remember the last time I was worked over so thoroughly. He’s making obscene noises, pausing only to tickle my rim with his finger.
“P-please, Balt.”
“Please what, sweetheart?”
“More.”
“I’ll take care of you.”
And he does.
Time stops as Balt invades my body with his fingers and tongue. I want to reach down and stroke myself off, but at the same time I want this feeling to last.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” Balt says, biting my ass cheek again. “You’re stunning when you take my cock.”
“I want that too.”
He flips me over so quickly I get dizzy for a second, then he shoves me farther up the desk and closes his hot mouth over my dick, making me shout his name. He’s relentless, sucking me and fingering my hole until I’m panting his name as I barrel towards release. I rock my hips to fuck his mouth, twisting my fingers in his hair and losing my fucking mind.
“Balt,” I pant. “Fuck.”
He doesn’t say a word, but he does suck a little harder, moaning and grunting as he swallows around me. That does the trick.
My balls tighten and the knot in my belly explodes, sending waves of pleasure through me. My cock surges, spilling cum into Balt’s eager mouth, and he sucks me through it until I’m flinching and pushing on his head to stop.
While I lie flat on the desk catching my breath, he moves up my body, kissing my neck and nibbling my earlobe. Before he can move away, I reach up and grip the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.
He kisses me the way he ate my ass—with enthusiasm. I love the feeling of my naked, oversensitive cock rubbing against his silky trousers, and I almost feel like I could rally for round two.
“Your turn,” I mumble as I catch my breath.
Balt shakes his head, hovering above me. “No. I enjoyed myself.”
“Don’t you want to come?”
He shakes his head again. “Not yet. I like the wanting.”
“Damn, Balt. You might be the sexiest man alive.”
He laughs and helps me off the desk. He pulls my briefs and pants up, buttoning and zipping them after tucking my shirt back in.
“Good as new.”
My mind races with all the ways I can please him later. He likes the wanting? I can work with that.
“Thank you.”
