Page 36 of Filthy Sweet

My face is dripping with cum, and I bite down on my lip, playing with it softly between my teeth. Fox watches as I take his thick cock by the base, then kiss his glistening crown.

I find his curve with my fist, and slowly, lovingly rub it, up and down.

He groans and pushes his hand into my hair, giving me his precum. “Fucking hell.”

When I tried to suck a cock before, it felt awkward and forced. But now, my face smeared and my muscles all wobbly, I wrap my lips around Fox’s head, grab his base, and his curve slides easily into my mouth.

I bob my head, sucking him as I twirl my tongue. Fox moves with me, thrusting, driving his crown almost to the back of my throat as he tugs at my hair. I can feel cum drying on my cheeks, and when I tilt my eyes up, Fox’s brow is tight, like he’s fighting something off.

“You looking so fucking good with cum on your face.”

I try to swallow his cock, slobbering all over it. “Yeah,” I groan around his meaty shaft, almost choking.

“You like sucking my cock?”

“Uh-huh,” I moan again with a full mouth.

Fox’s other hand grabs the back of my head. He arches his hips, and his cock pulses in my mouth. “My balls are heavy,” he grunts. “I’ve got a big load for you, Owen.”

I whimper as I grab his balls. They’re hot in my hand, two throbbing coals, and when I pull them from his body, Fox’s crown hits the back of my throat.

I can’t stop moaning. Fox thrusts harder, fucking my face. The steady rhythm is a drumbeat on my raw nerves. I taste his release on my tongue, musky and salty, and it’s like a reward, affirming everything I want to believe.

Fox tightens his grip on my hair. “You want me to come in your mouth, Owen?”

I groan my yes, pulling his balls.

Fox’s cock pulses thicker, stretching my mouth. “Take it,” he grunts. “Suck my load.”

Semen gushes into my mouth, coating my tongue. I ride Fox’s climax with him, peaking again as my body convulses. Fox buries his cock deep in my mouth, his crown banging my throat, and even though I try to swallow it all down, his orgasm drips from my lips.

The noise of the party comes back into focus, and I slowly, reluctantly pull Fox’s cock from my mouth. “Oh my god,” I say with a soft laugh. “I almost forgot we’re at the party.”

Fox chuckles. He grabs my shoulders and pulls me up, then meets me in a sticky, sloppy kiss.

“I bet you we’re having the most fun,” he says.

I laugh and curl against his chest. “Yeah.”

“Don’t you?”

“Yeah,” I say, smiling. “I do.”

Fox takes my chin in his hand and turns me to face him. His hair is messy and sweaty, and his eyes are half-lidded.

He frowns, studying me, and I become aware all over again how cum-streaked my face is.

“What?” I ask with a laugh, suddenly self-conscious.

“Nothing,” he answers, then flashes a cocky smile. “Just admiring our work.”

Chapter Twelve

Fox

“Holy fuck,”Owen whispers. “This is where you live?”

I kick off my shoes and glance around the condo. “Yeah. You like it?”

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