Page 62 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
He suddenly pulls off my cock to snarl, “Add another finger.”
I do, and he hisses, probably for the sting, but keeps rocking his hips. His hand holds my head still as his other finger fucks my ass.
“Jesus Christ!” He licks my cockhead and sucks once on it. I’m bombarded by so many sensations all at once, I can’t think straight. I'm losing myself in him, turning me into a whore. His whore, and I want it—him, so much.
“So. Fucking. Good.” Every word is followed by a hard buck of his hips. “So. Fucking. Hot.” And my “more, more,” is muffled by his massive cock tunneling inside my throat.
“Here it comes. Swallow once and keep the rest on your tongue,” he orders. I’m usually the one in control when we have fun since it’s all new for him. Since I’m his fucking first—the thought gives me more satisfaction than it should. I like this dominating side of him, though. This confident, strong side that comes out at times.
He pushes all the way in, and I feel the first warm rope rushing down my throat. Then he moves back until only the tip of his dick remains in my mouth, shooting more cum. I press my three fingers deep inside his ass until I find his prostate, making him roar and sink his nails into my scalp as another load splashes on my tongue.
“Fuuuuuck me!” he pants.And I wish I could.My dick in his ass or my ass on his dick. I’m not picky.
He sits down as my mouth lets go of his incredible cock. Then he pulls me up as well, and my fingers slip out of his butt.
“Part your lips, let me see,” he rumbles deeply. His eyes turn even more heated as he looks at his cum on my tongue. He’s as filthy as I am. It’s such a fucking turn-on. I’m looking forward to eating his ass and vice versa. “Let it spill down, want it to roll down your body.”
Jesus, can he be more perfect?I feel the wetness trickling down my chin and chest. I witness his deep satisfaction as he spreads it all over my skin. He really likes my chest. Likes to touch it, to brush his fingers all over it, asking about my tattoos while studying them.
“So damn hot.” His eyes fall on my hard dick. “Want me to help you with that?” He tries to stifle his smile, but I can clearly see how much he enjoys seeing me hard and desperate.
“Oh, you will,” I whisper almost ominously. “Lie on your belly.”
He raises a brow at me but does what I say. This submissive side of him makes my dick weep every single time. Also the fact that he’s always eager to try new things.
I straddle his thighs and tap his ass cheeks with my hard-as-steel dick. God, that’s hot.
He freezes, all tense under me.
“I’m not going to fuck you. Will never do it without your permission.” I caress his back with a comforting touch. “I’m just going to fuck your ass cheeks. You’ll love it, I promise.”
I feel him relax under me, and I focus again on his spectacular rear. It’s a thing of beauty. Never seen such a fine specimen before. I palm his cheeks and part them with my thumbs, spitting on his crack a couple of times. I feel TJ shivering under me, it makes me feel so fucking possessive. The word “mine” keeps spinning inside my head as my insides burn for him.
I push my length between his cheeks and start sliding it back and forth over his gaping hole, stretched out by my fingers. He moans like the slut he is, and his fists grab the sheet as his hips start bucking. The pleasure is out of this world and at the sight of his pink hole—open, slick, ready to be taken—my balls could explode just from looking.
“You’re humping the bed like a junkyard dog in heat,” I grunt as my hips speed up, moving rough and fast. My cockhead gets caught on his hole, and he cries and moans while I snarl like an animal. “Who’s smiling now? You’re such a slut. My slut!”
His back is arched toward the ceiling, shoulders tense, muscles flexing and bulging under me. He is a fucking vision. All bigand strong and compliant under me, grunting desperately while trying to catch every scrap of pleasure he can find.
I grip his ass cheeks bruisingly hard and go to town on him. My balls hit his ass, making it jiggle every time my dick slides forward. I let more saliva fall on it, and he screams a lusty “Yesss!”
I could fuck him so easily right now. Prop his hips up and slide right in. I can picture it so clearly.
“Spencer!” His cry takes me back to the moment, and I growl as my balls start tingling.
“I’ll cover you in cum, TJ. Just like you did to me.”
“Do it,” he moans before his body starts jerking under me. Is he coming from my dick sliding over his hole? The thought makes pleasure detonate inside me. Everything whites out, and then I shoot all over his back, tightening his plump ass cheeks around my shaft.
“Fuck! God! Yes. Such a fine ass. Milk me so good.” When the last rope spurts out I fall over him, not caring about the cum between us.
My cock is still tucked between his cheeks. I want inside him so damn much. But more than that, I want to be with him. What I’m starting to feel is dangerous. My self-preservation instinct is screaming at me to take a step back.
“Don’t stop scratching my side. I love when you do that.” He puts a stop to my grim thoughts. I didn’t even realize I was touching him.
He sighs contently as I resume the scratching. I inevitably smile against his nape.
“Tell me,” he whispers a few minutes later.
