Page 85 of Awakening the Sheriff

And down I went again until I got to his hole. Keaton bucked, and I pinned his hips down with both hands. “Stay still.”

“Impossible.”

“Spread yourself open for me.”

I’d said it on impulse, more because I’d wanted to do it myself but needed my hands to hold him in place, but when the words left my mouth, I realized how dirty they sounded. Would Keaton go for it?

“You’re killing me,” he whispered, but he placed a hand on each of his butt cheeks and spread them apart.

I took the time to admire that perfect pink hole. No clue how or why an asshole could be that sexy, but my cock twitched in response.

I blew a hot breath over his hole, then gave it a quick lick. It contracted and released. Ah, it responded even to that slight touch. I laved it with my tongue again, a bit longer this time. Keaton's body tensed, but he stayed still, though his hands trembled as they held his ass cheeks open.

All my apprehension disappeared. I loved this. It was dirty and erotic and sexy, and the way Keaton responded was all the reward I needed. I settled a little lower on my knees, took a deep breath, and dug in.

I licked around his hole, circling it slowly with more and more force until the wrinkly skin softened. I placed the tip of my tongue against Kenton’s entrance and pushed. It slipped inside without resistance. I had my tongue inside him! Christ, that was something I’d never thought I would do, but I loved it.

So did Keaton, judging by how he pushed against my hands. I stabbed him with my tongue and fucked his hole the same way I’d done with my finger the previous time. With deep thrusts, I buried my tongue inside him so my whole face bumped against his ass and my beard scratched his skin everywhere.

Keaton screamed, letting go of his ass, which clenched around my face. He threaded his hands through my hair and pulled me closer, forcing me deeper. I ate him out like it was the last thing I’d ever do, slurping and sucking, spearing him with my tongue, and adding a finger for good measure. It slid in with ease, even without lube, a testament to how well my tongue had opened him up.

And now for the last part. I hoped I’d be able to find it, since the research had shown it wasn’t that easy to find in everyone. But I crooked my finger and searched inside him, focusing on the texture of what my finger was touching. There. That had to be it.

I pushed my finger against it, and Keaton’s ass came straight off the bed. “Jesus Christ!”

I grinned, my face pressed against his crack, and rubbed that little spot inside him. After a few strokes, he whimpered, restlessly twitching on the bed. “Auden… Auden, please. Too much. Don’t stop… I can’t fucking take it anymore. Auden!”

Without any warning, he erupted, his body shaking like an earthquake was raging his body as his cock spurted cum over my hair. I looked up but was too startled to pull away, so the next pulse hit me straight in my face, right between my eyes, and dripped down my forehead. Keaton’s cock gave a third valiant attempt to squeeze out the last drops, and then he sagged onto the bed.

“Lord Almighty, I about blew my brains out…”

When I didn’t react, he pushed himself up and looked at me. His mouth dropped open, and he giggled, soft at first but then louder and louder until he was holding his belly from laughing so hard.

I wasn’t mad. In his position, I would’ve laughed my ass off too. Instead, I swiped a bit of cum off my face and splattered it onto him. “Here. You can have some as well.”

“Jesus, Auden, you should see yourself. You’ve never looked sexier, baby.”

I grinned. “Thank you.”

His wide smile grew softer as he leaned forward, cupped my cum-covered cheeks, and pressed a kiss on my lips. “No, baby. Thank you. That was so, so good. So special.”

“You’re welcome. I wanted to do this for you because you said it had been a while.”

“It had, but no one has ever made me feel like that.”

Not gonna lie. I loved hearing that. Made a man feel good when his sexual skills were appreciated.

I rose to my feet and pushed myself off the bed. My knees creaked, and I winced. Kneeling wasn’t as easy as it used to be. I grabbed a tissue and wiped my face off, then another one to remove the last remnants.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Keaton asked, one eyebrow arched.

“To clean us up.”

He pointed at my cock. “What about you?”

“This wasn’t about me. This was all for you.”

“I’m not done yet.”

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