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“You want to choke on my cock? I’ll fuck your face until you’re gagging,” I snarl, my anger is now aimed at him for how easily he can turn me on.
He gulps. “Can’t wait to taste you. To feel your cock on my tongue,” he breathes out.
Fuuuuck.
His eyes narrow even further, full of challenge, and then he tilts his head back and opens his mouth. My body abruptly takes control. I yank my briefs down under my balls, grab a fistful of his thick hair, and without giving him time to glance at my cock, I push it into his hot mouth.
Hot damn! He closes his lips around me and sucks me in a warm, slick, tight vise.Yesssss.Because of my size, it usually takes a few tries to get me in. Not with Oliver. When his wet heat envelopes me smoothly, I can’t help but groan out my lust.
“Jesus Christ!” I run my hand deeper into his hair to grab him more firmly before I push all ten inches down his throat. I keep going until his nose is pressed against my lower abs. I hold him impaled on my cock. When his throat convulses around me and he makes guttural choking sounds, I wait a couple of seconds before pulling all the way out. He gasps for air, and I slap the precum-soaked tip against his tongue for a taste before sliding my whole cock back in. The feel of my dick filling his throat is orgasm inducing, but I refuse to come so prematurely.
I’m mesmerized by him. His incredible eyes look dazed. Tears are rolling down his cheeks and saliva covers his chin. His mouth is stretched and stuffed with my dick. I’ve never seen something sominein my entire life.
I use his hair to hold him still, and then I simply let go, unleashing myself on his mouth, pistoning back and forth.
“I warned you,” I croaked. “Now be a good boy and keep milking my big cock. Take it. Take it.”
He moans and continues sucking. He wants to be used, that’s my conclusion—or excuse. I don’t care anymore. The only thing that matters is the pleasure I’m feeling.
The sound of hard cock rutting and a slurping, wet hole ricochet on the bathroom walls. The white wraps on my fingers have blood stains on them, and the stark sight of them among his black strands turns me even more animalistic.
Taking advantage of my tight grip, I bob his head while I thrust into his mouth like I would with his tight ass.
I’m giving Oliver everything. And he takes it all. He whimpers and gags so beautifully. My hand moves from his hair to his neck, wrapping around it. I rest my thumb on his throat, grunting at the feel of my cock sliding roughly inside it.
I continue slamming it mercilessly over and over, utterly lost in the pleasure, until I feel his sudden deep groan. It’s muffled by my dick stuffing his mouth, and the long vibration sends me over the edge. I force my cock as deep as it will go, and my vision goes white as I come in thick, long spurts down his throat. I snarl hoarsely, thighs shaking while his tongue massages all the cum out.
I see a shudder racing down his body as he swallows my endless load. He’s fucking draining my balls, and all I want is to give him more. To fill his whole stomach with my jizz. I wish I could see it rolling down his throat till it reaches his belly.
I widen my stance a little and adjust the angle of my jerking cock to get it just right, until it pumps cum directly on his tongue. He doesn’t miss a drop and holds his abused mouth open. This guy is a natural at taking cock, and he clearly enjoys it.
When my dick stops shooting, he leans in and sucks the head, mining the slit with his tongue. So fucking thirsty for more. He lets out a satisfied moan and then kisses the tip with a smile. He looks high as he stares up at me, slowly straightening up and letting his arms drop to his sides again. There’s a small wet spot on the front of his jeans, letting me know how much he enjoyed sucking me off.
He licks his lips and sinks his teeth into the lower one in a movement so hot, my spent dick gives a twitch.
I pull my pants up, and turning to my duffle bag, I grab a pack of wet wipes. After taking out a couple, I hand them to him.
“Thanks.” He chuckles for some reason. His eyes are filled with mirth again, his voice raspy from the pounding I gave him, his lips puffy and red. Used by me. Strangely, the thought fills me with satisfaction. He slightly tugs on his pants and starts cleaning himself.
I quickly use the wipes on my chest and arms. Then I start to unwrap my hands; the right one aches a bit from theenthusiasticway I crushed the fighter’s fist in the ring.
“Let me.” Oliver doesn’t give me a chance to decline his help. Within my next breath, he’s in front of me, his head down, fingers lightly touching my hand while swiftly unwrapping it. It lasts less than a minute, and he touches me with mere clinical efficiency. But his sweet honey scent envelops me, and I can feel the warmth of his body this close. I haven’t been the recipient of such a simple, altruistic gesture in a very long time. It slightly unsettles me.
When he’s done, he hands me the wraps and smirks. “You look relaxed now. I’mthatgood.”
I take a quick assessment of myself and find that he’s right. I am relaxed. Sexual gratification always unwinds me, though this level of calmness is new. It’s like all my bones have been immersed in a hot bath for hours. I can barely feel the muscle tension from the fight or the ache in my jaw. And my anger feels incredibly pacified; the pain is gone. I am utterly satisfied.
“You have a nice mouth on you,” I say.
“Nice? What a flatterer,” he quips sarcastically. “You almost choked me with the endless load of cum I dragged out of your cock.Nice,my stupendous ass.” He slaps it lightly to drive home his point. My eyes can’t stop from glancing at the round and incredibly fuckable jeans-clad butt.
“If I recall correctly, you moaned in bliss when I was choking you,” I say, stroking my bristly stubble. I never talk about sex after doing it. I throw out the condom, tuck myself back into my pants and leave the motel room while sending the payment through my online banking. This is new, weird, and also kind of fun.
“Who wouldn’t, tasting that humongous beauty?” He sounds shockingly honest.
I pull a tight black t-shirt down my chest, his eyes following the movement, like he can’t help looking at me.
Did he just call my cock a beauty?
