Page 78 of Filthy Sweet

“I got it for you before we left for Palm Springs,” Fox says. “Almost forgot.”

He takes it from me, then uses his hand to wipe cum from his face, spreading it on the silver toy. Fox holds my eye, flames shooting between us as he lubricates it with my cum and his spit, working it in his mouth.

My hole twitches. I’m still buzzing with the orgasm, and my cock is half-hard and leaking between my legs.

Fox grabs my hips and pulls me back, and I gasp as he puts me in position. “You like this plug?” he asks, then pushes it against my rim. My legs are splayed around him, and Fox works the plug against my entrance. “Does it feel good when I stretch you open with it?”

“Uh-huh,” I answer, sweating. “Feels so goouuhhh…”

My word turns into a guttural groan as Fox works me open. The plug burns as it pushes past my ring. Then my hole clenches down when the flare is through. The warm pressure fills me, steady against the bundle of nerves that throbs behind my balls, the pleasure of the orgasm extending.

“Oh my god,” I gasp as I squirt, a dribble of semen splashing my belly. I scramble up, delirious and clawing for Fox. “You are way overdue for a blowjob.”

Fox chuckles and stands. He kisses me again, deep, his hand on my cheek, then steps back. “Not so fast,” he teases and walks over to his bar. “You want a drink?”

I wriggle my ass against the couch, pleasure throbbing from the plug. “A drink?”

Fox purses his lips. “Unless you need to come again, first?”

I laugh, still squirming. “Oh my god. You’re impossible.”

Fox grins, totally pleased with himself. “So, wine? Soda water?”

I lick the back of my teeth, not about to be outdone. “Whatever you’re having,” I say, then stand and walk over to the records. “I’ll pick an album.”

The plug moves in my channel with every step, and my cock leaks. It’s like the orgasm is still rumbling, drawing itself out long after I stopped spasming. I can barely think, but somehow, I manage to find an album I recognize, an old soul album that Fox was listening to the other morning, and I put it on.

Fox walks over and hands me my drink, then grabs me by the hip and pulls me close. He sways with me, holding me from behind and dancing lazily, and the hard toy moves inside me.

I struggle to keep a straight face as I ride back against him, rubbing myself against his erection, fat in his boxers. “You’re a good dancer,” I tell him.

Fox strokes my bare chest. “You, too,” he tells me. I whimper, my cock hard again, and he chuckles. “You impatient, cutie?”

“No,” I say, pouting.

We’re by the couch, and Fox spins me to kiss me, then pushes me against the back of it. “Because now that I have you, I think I’m going to take my time.”

I smile sweetly at him, not ready to give in. “Good,” I say, even though I’m trembling and dripping. “We can take as long as you want.” I lean back on the couch, then drag my hand delicately up Fox’s erection, teasing it through his boxers. He grunts and tenses, and I smoothly pull his boxers down. “Just so long as you let me play with you to pass the time.”

I whisper my fingertips across his crown, and Fox groans and leaks, a thick ooze of precum dripping down his shaft. Playing with it lazily, barely touching his erection, I hold Fox’s gaze and smile. “This is how I know you really love me,” I say, teasing. I make a loose fist and drag it once down his shaft, then go back to playing with his crown. “Because you’d let me torture your cock all night, if I really wanted to.”

Fox growls. He thrusts his cock against my hand, but I don’t take it. “Fuck,” he grunts.

“What?” I ask innocently. “Do you want something, Fox?”

He grabs the back of my head, gripping his fingers in my hair. “Fucking suck my cock,” he groans. “Please.”

I laugh and pull him back to the couch, then crawl between his knees, pushing his legs apart. Fox removes my glasses, and I stretch my jaw as I take his erection. His salty precum coats my tongue, and when I take his hairy balls in my hand and roll them, Fox tugs at my hair.

“Fuck,” he grunts, moving his hips with little thrusts. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, cutie.”

“Uh-huh,” I groan on his erection, then swallow him down.

I feel an orgasm swiftly building in Fox. His balls are hot and heavy, and as I suck his shaft and take his crown to the back of my throat, his sack tightens to his body. Fox’s hands roam as he groans, telling me how he’s going to come all over me, but as I feel him reaching his climax, I pull my lips off.

Fox gasps and looks down. “Owen.”

I tickle my fingers across his crown again, and Fox’s body jerks from the sensation. “I want you to wait,” I say, teasing. “So I can have it all at once.”

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