Page 39 of For You, Sir

Oh, yeah. Try whatever you want.I pushed my pants down to my knees and he cupped my balls, rolling them, smelling them. Jun was such a clean-cut fussy guy, I’d never expected this lewd side of him to come out so easily. The gap between expectation and reality fascinated me.

I tried to part my knees, but my pants were binding me up, so I hopped off the bed to kick them off. Jun came with me, sliding onto his knees on the floor and stripping off his shirt. He smoothed his hands up the sides of my thighs and looked up at me worshipfully.

Oh, fuck, that’s hot.I stayed standing, parted my feet a little so he could play with my balls. He dragged the bridge of his nose under the curve of my shaft, letting my cock loom over his face—a delicious preview of the size contrast between me and his sweet, small mouth.

Jun encircled my shaft with his fingers and licked the slit, beaded with a pearl of precum. He pulled back to taste it, then leaned in to engulf my cock down to the base in his hot mouth. I was so wound up I had to clench my teeth to keep from spilling when he started sucking me.

“Yeah, Jun,” I sighed. I rested a hand on top of his head, sweeping his hair from his face. He must have really liked that, because he moaned and his eyes rolled back. When his eyelashes finished their spasmodic shudder, he was looking straight up at me. His lips slid back and forth along my cock, but his intense gaze was trying to communicate something. Imploring me? Daring me? My heart raced.

He seemed to get off on orders and praise, so I gave him both: “That’s it, babe. Doing so good. Suck me off.” The“babe”part just slipped out, but Jun didn’t object.

Emboldened, he took me deeper, then deeper still. The head of my cock bumped the slimy softness at the back of his throat, then he gagged and—oh, fuuuck!—his throat constricted, closing around me. The pleasure was exquisite as it was devilishly wrong. He backed off and coughed.

Is he okay?He seemed to be. Instead of taking a breath, he was right back at it—taking me deep as he could go, then making a swallowing motion to take me deeper still. Jesus Christ, he was ambitious! Jun did nothing in half measures.

I stroked his hair, soothing him through the savagery he was inflicting on himself. He choked me down until tears welled in his eyes, and I shivered at the sight as he gagged on me.

“Easy,” I murmured. “Slow.” I was afraid of coming too soon, or that he might hurt himself.

He slowed to a leisurely pace at my instruction, sliding my cock between the curved bowl of his tongue and the ridged roof of his mouth. Everything slicked with saliva, wet and frictionless. This wasn’t in the same universe ofI-do-you, now-you-do-meblowjobs I’d experienced before. Jun more than made up for his lack of experience with his full focus. He attuned himself to me completely, adjusting his technique and suction to every jolt and sound I made, anticipating my needs before I even knew them myself.

“So good, Jun. Like that. So fucking good.”

He hummed in pleasure and I felt the vibration down to my core. I was the luckiest man on earth. The same attentiveness and effort that made him a top-tier butler made him a superlative lover as well. Did he get off on doing his daily tasks pitch-perfect? Was this world-class fellatio an extension of his professional standards? Regardless, I wanted all of him—his ambition and fear, his beauty and recklessness.

His eyes were unfocused and feverish, eyebrows drawn together, tear-damp eyelashes flickering as he sucked and slicked. He wasn’t dissociating, was he? A bolt of fear ran through me he might be in a bad headspace like that first time on the couch.

Never again. I wouldn’t let him feel shame over pleasure. Jun deserved good things. He deserved the world. And I would protect him from any thieves who would try to take his joy away.

I gripped his hair—thick, raven-black, slick with styling product—and pulled him off my cock to demand his attention. His eyes rolled upward to meet mine. “Sir?”

“Listen to me, Jun.” I gripped his hair tighter.

“Yes, Sir?” His chin and upper lip were glossy with saliva as he maintenance-stroked my cock. His eyes were half-lidded, and he looked up at me expectantly, a seraphic beauty awaiting commands.

If he insisted on giving himself away, then I would claim him for myself. I would take all his devotion and return it tenfold.

“Don’t give back the cat,” I said sternly. “Don’t give ‘em a goddamn thing.”

His sex-drunk eyes sharpened into focus as my words sank in. He sat up a little. “Yes, Sir.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise, Sir.”

A weird feeling rolled through me: triumph over injustice, deep relief, and an acute compulsion to bend him over and fuck his brains out. His complete submission demanded utter dominance.

Struggling against a brutal urge to fuck his mouth, I bent low to kiss him instead. He whimpered like a puppy and kissed me back, lapping and sucking at my tongue. No one would have guessed this straight-laced butler got so wild in the bedroom; I loved getting to see this secret side of him.

I stood tall again, and he took the base of my cock in hand and resumed sucking me. This time, he’d found the right pace between sweetness and savagery. Closing my eyes, I focused on the soft insides of his mouth, the enthusiastic explorations of his tongue.

“Yeah,” I groaned. “I’m gonna come in your mouth, Jun. I want you to take it. Drink it all.”

Throat-deep on my cock, Jun nodded. He whimpered in excitement, begging me for it.

“Fuck yeah,” I groaned. “Take it.” I clenched my teeth and tensed in full-body climax, gushing into Jun’s mouth. He made a sound of surprise and tried to swallow as fast as I unloaded. He briefly made a gurgling sound in the attempt, and fuck if that didn’t switch me on. My last spurt kicked like a mule.

I swayed on my feet, lightheaded, as euphoria clouded my brain. I thought about my cum sliding down into his belly, staying inside him.

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