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He grunts and suddenly grips the back of my head and pushes me toward it—guess I made him wait long enough. The head spears my mouth, and I open big.Fuck, his pre-cum’s taste.I love cock flavor. And his is spectacular, salty, musky, and warm on my tongue.
I moan all my enjoyment, probably too loudly, but his hardness, weight, smoothness, and warmth all at once? It’s so damn indescribable. I want this cock to live in my mouth. I can be his cock warmer, his twig and berries cover, his dick mitten…doesn’t really matter at the moment.
I suck hard and take more of him. My mouth stretches to the maximum as he fists my hair and gives small, weak thrusts. The obscene slurping sound in the empty alley combined with the filthy sounds escaping from my mouth seem to encourage him.
“You like to suck cocks? You are fucking moaning for it. Can you take more?” he grunts.
I nod. Every goddamn part of me is alive, rising higher to the surface, pushing the numbness deep down.
I take it until I gag and push back. Then let it slide inside again, deeper. My hand is still jerking the base since he’s so fucking huge. Perfect.
Grizzly starts giving me orders with that deep, demanding voice of his. Suck harder. Relax your throat. Use more tongue. Give me some teeth. Pull on my balls.
“Fuck, you’re sucking it like a starved slut.” As long as this man is making me feel…he can call me whatever he wants—but not daddy!
I hum and grab his heavy balls in my hand and massage them while I slide a hand in my pants, wrap it around my aching dick, and start jerking off.
I fucking love this.
“Gonna really fuck your face now,” Hunter warns me a moment before he grabs my head on both sides and begins to work my mouth. The short, fast pumps turn into strong thrusts.
I just open my sore throat and flatten my tongue, stroking the underside of his cock with it.
Hunter is holding me still and face fucking me like I’m nothing but an object, a toy. And I like it. A lot more than I imagined. My raging boner is proof enough of that. After all of my taunting and flirting, I thought I knew what to expect. But this is so much more.
I pump my hand around my cock, giving in to the blazing arousal coursing through my body as he makes me bob up and down, pulling me almost all the way off before sinking down as deep as I can go. And he can get very deep with me.
The amazing smell of him mixed with my saliva affects me more than I want to admit.
“You like to be used like a cocksleeve? Huh?” His dark tone is a bit out of breath. “I bet that cunt is wet and ready to cream on your fingers.”
Say what?I totally get off on humiliation and degradationin all its variations, but having my hole called a cunt is new.
“I bet you’ve got a greedy pussy hiding down there, tight and hot.” He growls, and his mouth-ramming quickens. “Needs to be fed some thick, Black cock.”
Hot. Damn.
I’m a masculine bottom, and most guys I’ve been with just call it a hole or a fuck hole. But when Hunter calls it a pussy, my eyes cross and lust like I’ve never felt before overwhelms me.
“This mouth is going to wreck me.Fuck! Squeeze that throat. Mmm.” His words keep throwing fuel on my fire.
He tightens his grip, his strong fingers scraping my scalp so fucking perfectly and painfully. The sting makes my hand jerk my dick faster as he slightly tilts my head up. I can barely focus on his face, too lost in my pleasure.
“Show me how much you want to eat my load. Moan around my dick.”
I easily do it, letting all my pleasure out as he mercilessly rails my throat, now grunting through his gritted teeth. I’m overpowered by what I’m feeling. I’m coming like a fire hydrant, ecstasy tears a hole inside of me and fills it with white, hot, ferocious pleasure.
What the hell is this? It’s like my body is in overdrive, and I can’t stop it. It’s as if a wave of electricity has short-circuited my brain, and I have to keep riding it. I feel my eyes rolling back inside my head as my balls empty on the ground.
When I finally manage to corral my mind and body back into the alley, I hear Hunter pant, “Coming on your face.” I want to tell him to flood my throat with it, but I can’t talk with his dick filling my mouth and my post-orgasm, foggy brain.
He pushes deep one last time and groans angrily, fisting my hair before pulling out and covering my face in jizz. His eyes lose focus, and pleasure dances in the brown irises as all his barriers go down, taking my breath away.
“Fucking take it,” he roars while pumping his hot cum over my mouth, cheeks, and chin. I lick it off my lips, wanting more of him and his sweet taste before I turn numb again. I use myfingers to try and clean my face and then suck on them. A contented moan escapes my lips. His hands in my hair turn almost tender, caressing my sides, massaging the sting of his grip away. Then he pulls back abruptly and tucks himself away.
I’d hoped I could suck his cock clean before we parted. Guess I was wrong.
I’m used to getting off, and then out the door before my cum has a chance to dry. I got what I wanted. Giving myself over to be used is always an orgasmic trip, but this time, I liked it more than I'll ever confess out loud. Maybe because Hunter made me work for it.
