Page 68 of Say I Do

I shoved him back onto the bed and rounded it. Grabbing his arms, I dragged Harlow to his side until his head hung off the side of the bed. I shoved my cock down, grunting as I slid my length between his warm lips. He moaned around me, squirming and desperate as he licked and sucked my cock.

“That mouth of yours is good for one thing, isn’t it? Every time you suck my cock, I lose my mind.” I leaned over his body and started to thrust into his mouth and throat. Harlow gagged and spluttered. When I stood up, thick globs of saliva ran down his cheek and dripped to the floor.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I pushed my fingers through it. “You look so hot when you’re face fucked. I’m going to force you to swallow every drop of my cum, mostricio.”

As soon as he tried to speak, I shoved my cock down his throat again. My hips flexed as I drove into him. I turned Harlow’s throat into my perfect little cock sleeve. Every gag, every moan, every time he drummed his fist against my body as he longed for air, I felt high. I leaned down, buried my mouth between his slender thighs, and took his dick into my mouth.

The muffled moan that reached my ears was magic. Harlow struggled more, his body pitching and shaking as I licked and lapped at him. I’d never given anyone a blow job. Even with my ex, it was something he did to me, not the other way around. My confidence was shaken until Harlow moaned, his nails dug into my skin, and he bucked up into my mouth. I grabbed the tentacle toy, fucking his hole with it as I tried to focus on his throbbing wet cock.

I gagged right along with him. His dick was smaller than mine, but it was still a hell of a lot to take for someone who had never sucked anyone off before. My hips stuttered, my cock thick as I felt the urge to cum. I pulled my mouth off his length and bit into his pale thigh instead as pleasure overtook me.

A bead of precum formed and dripped down Harlow’s cock. I bit his other thigh, enjoying seeing my teeth marks on his flesh. I couldn’t get enough. I marked more until his inner thighs were littered with teeth indents.

“Fuck, Harlow!” I groaned as I humped his face.

My climax gripped me hard, forcing a shiver down my spine.I came down his throat. When I pulled out, he coughed, choking on semen and saliva.

“Thought I was gonna die,” he muttered.

“And you’re still hard. What does that say about you, hmm?”

I didn’t allow him time to speak. No, my hand moved faster as I brought him to the edge of ruin. Harlow’s back arched up from the bed as he shot ribbons of cum all over the place. He fell back down, panting. Grinning, I dragged a finger through a pool of cum before I jumped. A warm, wet tongue tried to probe my asshole.

“Hey!” I yelled. “The fuck are you doing?”

Harlow smiled up at me, looking like a nasty, wet mess.Why is he so hot?

“Giving you full service,” he purred. “Sit on my face and let me have a taste.”

“Absolutely not.”

He pouted, and my heart melted. “Why not? You’d like it.”

“I’m not…”

“Gay?” he asked. “Bisexual?”

“I’m straight,” I snapped as I climbed off of him completely and reached for my clothes.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night.” Harlow turned over and crawled to me. When he sat up straight, he grabbed my cheeks and smashed our lips together. I tasted the saltiness of my cum on his tongue and groaned. When he pulled back, he smiled at me. “As long as you keep using me, I’ll let you live in your delusion, devil.”

I grinned. “Is that what you call me in Japanese?”

His cheeks flushed. “Oh fuck off.”

“I just did,” I answered. I reached between his legs and slapped his dick. He cursed. “Get a nice pair of panties on. I want to watch you while you clean.”

Harlow growled. “I’m only doing this because it was actually my fault,” he snapped as he climbed out of bed carefully to avoid losing the toy. “Do I have to keep this in?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Asshole,” he muttered as he opened the bedside drawer. “Um, does Marianna like anything?” he asked slowly. “You know, something to…” He waved a hand around, his expression both frustrated and lost.

“Something to apologize with?”

“Yes, that,” he muttered.

“She likes flowers. I’m sure she and her husband haven’t been able to have a date night in a while since they’re both always working. We could pay for a vacation for them along with a nanny. I’m sure they’d enjoy that.”

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