Chapter 9 #3
Was I holding my breath? Maybe, because my head is spinning, and by the time I tease his cockhead with the tip of my tongue, we’re both grunting like two wild animals about to rut.
The flavor of seawater and arousal goes straight to my head, and I lean down, sucking it in, like I used to do when I still hooked up with people.
But this is better.
His cock is better.
It might be the biggest I ever had, and I love it.
“How much can you take?” Dalton whispers, hands on the sides of my head, sliding into my hair, as he rocks his hips forward in a needy motion.
My mouth is so full of his rigid meat I’m overwhelmed, because it’s hot to my lizard brain and alarming to my logical side.
“So hot and warm,” he mumbles, turning me on further.
While he’s strong, he doesn’t force me, nudging rather than forcing the shaft in.
Sweat beads on his torso, and he leans into my touch when I gently scratch his pec before sliding my hand down, all the way to his balls. He stirs in response, and my lips descend the side of his cock, savoring its clean flavor as if he’s my favorite popsicle.
Fuck, he tastes good. Like the essence of masculinity. And he’s all mine.
His hips buck when I move my hand up his dick and suck on the delicate skin of his balls. My knees hit the floor, and I take in one of his nuts, face buried in his wiry pubes.
I caress it briefly, then stab at the other with my tongue, and while a voice at the back of my head tells me I’m already sticky, and that I must look ridiculous, I feel grounded.
As if I’ve found my safe place.
Which also, incidentally, makes me incredibly horny.
“Fuck… you’re so…”
What? What was it I wanted to say? The thought evaporates from my skull as if the heat of our lust has cooked my brain.
"Oh, Jesus Christ… I need you to suck me. Please. Work your pretty mouth on it. I've never wanted to come as much in my life.” He pulls my face a bit higher, back to his dick, and I love seeing him so desperate. He’s stripped to his base desires.
I love it when he begs.
I give in and open my mouth, our eyes meeting when he slides his thick cock back into my mouth, nudging my throat with its head. Oh, God, he’s so big. And once he’s a bit deeper, I feel the sides of my jaw strain to keep my teeth away.
“I feel like I need to rut against your face. Tap out if you need to,” he adds, which is surprisingly gentlemanly of him, given that he’s probably horny out of his mind.
I roll my tongue over the underside of his cock, blissing out despite my jaw getting a workout. I didn’t really do that much deepthroating back in the day, but I’d rather let him choke me with that monster than reveal how little experience I have.
I choke the moment he pushes in, but I grab his hips when he attempts to back away. I don’t need to breathe. Air is for non-suckers, and I so very, very much want him to have his way with me.
My eyes water, and a tear rolls down my cheek as he pushes in again, probing at the back of my throat.
In this moment, my whole existence is about letting him in, tasting him, making him so hooked on me he wouldn’t even dream of trying to wiggle out of our engagement. This man will never again deny me.
It’s a struggle, but as I imagine him over me, big hands in my hair while the candlelight casts shadow over my blissed-out features, my muscles go lax, and I can feel his cock force its way deeper, until I’m lightheaded again.
“Fuck yess…” Dalton grunts, his cock pulsing in my mouth with the urgency of his arousal. “I’m gonna cream your sore throat…”
He pulls back, just to thrust in again. He does that a few times, but then has no more mercy for my mouth, and I don’t fight him.
His dick glides back and forth over my tongue like a piston. He has my hair in a firm grip, but I’m not going anywhere, only encouraging him with the way I stroke my hands up and down his strong stomach.
I change position without thinking, and while I’m still choking on his girth, I’m proud of being able to accommodate him. It’s so uncomfortable, yet it feels so good.
Saliva drizzles out of my mouth, and I palm myself through my pants, because all I can think about is that he is mine, and that he wants me so much he can’t help himself. My ass throbs with the memory of how he fucked me just days ago.
I try to pull back, suck on his cockhead to give my throat a bit of relief, but this time it’s him who doesn’t let me. I don’t tap out though. I’m not a loser. A person can survive six minutes without air.
His thighs go rigid, and the raspiness of his voice caresses my spine when cum shoots down my gullet. I feel his dick throb inside me and shiver, clawing at him.
“Oh God… so good, so good… That’s it, swallow it all.” Dalton’s needy moans are making me rock my hips back and forth in a useless search for friction. I’m already in love with his salty-bitter taste, but get more of it on my tongue when he pulls out enough for me to catch a breath through my nose.
His cum pools in my mouth, under my tongue, coats my teeth, and gums, and I can hardly bear how excited it makes me. My knees are trembling, and now I’m the one with the needy movements. Right now, I don’t even find the way he strokes my hair for a job well done patronizing.
I shove my pants down and take myself in hand, desperate to relieve the pressure in my balls. “Yes… fuck me,” I mumble, panting as I catch my breath.
Dalton goes down to his knees right in front of me, still holding my head and dives right in for a sloppy kiss. “You’re so hot, so fucking hot,” he mumbles between one kiss and another, but before I know it, he slaps my hand away from my cock.
I don’t recognize myself in the whine of protest I make, but then he’s on me, showing me exactly how he pinned down men when wrestling. I’m face down, hand locked behind my back, and Dalton slides his hand between my legs to grab my rock-hard erection.
I’m losing it, rocking against him like a cat in heat, even though I know he can’t fuck my ass now.
Still, his weight on top, the furious way he jerks me off, makes me melt into a puddle of arousal, and then I’m coming.
On his hand, on my precious hardwood floor, drooling all over it for good measure.
Dalton doesn’t let me go and settles on top like a sated lion.
Now that I’ve emptied my balls, I do feel a little guilty about the aphrodisiac, but he doesn’t need to ever find out about it.