Page 16 of Unwrap Him

Like sucking off my father.

Cringing, I dispel that thought. He’s not my father…

Yea, so he raised me. Big deal. Right now, he’s just the hot as fuck dude in his thirties who’s letting me wrap my lips around his severely impressive erection.

My cock jolts beneath me, precum dripping from my tip. I can feel it, and judging by the stickiness in my boxers, that wasn’t the first time.

Goddamn… This is so hot. I never want to wake up from this dream.

Using what few skills I have, I pick back up with slow movements of my mouth, slurping the huge cock, letting it hit the back of my throat and ignoring the reflex to gag. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck harder and the groan happens again.

And then I notice fingers, sliding up my jaw and curling at the nape of my neck.

He’s holding me in place. No, he’s trying to stuff himself deeper.

My dick pulses again, and I let him guide me, fucking my mouth with gentle thrusts as I lie there and take it, swallowing on him until I hear a hushed, “Fuck…”

My eyes flutter open again, and I tremor when I find him staring down at me, his own gaze hooded and wanting to fall, though it doesn’t. He keeps watching me, holding my eyes with his, cheeks visibly flushed even in the dark, lips parted and trembling.

Jesus, he looks good. I wish this was real…

But there’s no way it is, because he’s not stopping me. He’s not pushing me off him and calling me disgusting.

He’s as lost to this as I am.

His head drops back, and he bites his lip, throat dipping in a swallow. Which reminds me of how much spit is flowing from my mouth. I gulp on his cock once more and he whimpers.

“Fuck yes, baby,” he growls. “Suck my dick.”

My balls draw up. I’m so close to coming myself, from nothing more than having his dick in my mouth while I hump the couch. It’s amazing, and also not, because I’m so turned on by everything about him. It wouldn’t be the first time I came in my pants just from imagining having him like this.

At my mercy. Needing it, as much as I have for fucking years.

I’ve sucked a few dicks before, but it’s never been like this. I’ve never wanted someone to just live in my throat before.

My hips push some more, the friction on my cock, and my nuts, driving me absolutely wild. I continue to suck him, deep, worshipping his long dick with my lips, drawing out more of those salacious noises I’ve been dreaming about for so long.

The thing is, though… these ones are different. There’s something about them that’s registering in my head.

Less echo, more presence. Vibration in his body when he whispers, “Baby, I’m… I’m gonna come. You’re gonna make me come so soon.”

I let out my own hum on his dick, tonguing it with fervor, taking him as deep as I possibly can until I’m so dizzy I can barely hold myself up.

A sudden spark of pain brings my eyes up. He’s yanking at my hair, hard. Chewing on his bottom lip, eyes black like coal, the wide wall of muscle that is his chest pumping through heavy breaths.

This is real.

This is fucking real.

My lashes flutter, my balls spin out. And I fucking come.

Whimpering on his stiff flesh while my dick shoots off in my pants, I find myself gripping his thighs, digging my fingertips into the muscle. As hard as he’s gripping my hair.

Then he shoves his dick so deep into my throat, I have tears running from my eyes as he growls, “Fuck… yessss.”

An explosion of thick, salty liquid hits, pulsing onto the back of my tongue and all in my mouth. It keeps the high of my own orgasm going for what feels like hours while I drink him down, sipping his flavor like the eggnog from earlier…

On this couch. Right fucking here.

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