Chapter 13 PSL Ever After #5
Desire roared through me as I hooked my thumbs into the band of my briefs and shoved them down, letting my own cock spring free—red and thick, already glistening with precome.
The hunger in Richard’s eyes nearly undid me.
He lay sprawled on his back, chest rising and falling in desperate gulps, hands fisting the sheets.
His hair was a wild mess on the pillow, beard flecked with spit, the look of a man completely fucking ruined—and it was all mine.
I clambered up, swinging a leg over him, settling my ass right across his chest, my knees framing his ribs, every inch of me bare for him.
My cock hung heavy over his mouth, and I watched him lick his lips, hungry, greedy, wordless with want.
“Open up,” I rasped, voice gone feral. “Want you to taste me, Rich. Want you to feel what you do to me.”
Without hesitation, his mouth opened, tongue lolling, and I fed him the head—slow at first, then deeper, rocking my hips forward until the tip brushed the back of his throat.
He moaned, the sound lost in the thick heat of me, beard scratching my thighs, hands sliding up to grip my hips like he could anchor himself to me.
I leaned forward, bracing myself with a palm planted between his pecs, letting the sweat slick our bodies together.
My free hand slid down, fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking him in slow, punishing jerks.
Every twist of my wrist drew another groan, another pulse of precome, his hips lifting off the bed in a desperate attempt to fuck my hand, to get more friction.
“That’s it,” I crooned, working him harder, loving the way his whole body tensed under me. “Let me feel you lose it. Let me see you fall apart for me.”
He sucked me deeper, lips tight, tongue swirling around the crown, teeth grazing just enough to send a jolt of electricity through my core.
My hips rocked, feeding him inch after inch, spit leaking from the corners of his mouth, running down his cheeks, slicking the hairs of his beard.
I watched myself disappear into him, over and over, the sight of it making my own need spike until I could barely see straight.
My grip on his cock tightened, pumping faster, thumb teasing the slit, spreading the slick mess across his length.
The head was flushed, leaking, angry and desperate.
“You like that?” I taunted, voice shaking, grinding down so my cock dragged across his tongue.
“Like being worked open, stroked and used?”
He tried to answer, but I pushed deeper, fucking into his mouth, swallowing the words before they could form. His hands tightened on my hips, nails digging crescents into my skin, and I gave him a filthy smile. “Don’t hold back, Rich. Give me everything. Show me how much you want it.”
His whole body shook beneath me, sweat slicking our skin, muscles flexing with every roll of my hips. I felt his cock jerk in my grip, throbbing against my palm, and I squeezed him harder, thumb circling the head, milking out more precome.
I leaned down, capturing his mouth in a brutal kiss, tongue tasting myself, tasting him, hungry for every last drop.
Then I straightened, dragging my cock across his lips, slapping it against his cheek, his chin, watching his eyes go wide and wild.
“You want it? Want to be filled up, stuffed, used?”
He nodded, mouth open, panting, desperate for more.
“Then beg for it,” I demanded, slowing my strokes, teasing him with the promise of release, the threat of denial.
His voice was hoarse, ruined. “Please, Ed. Feed me. Fuck my mouth. Let me taste you. Need it—need to feel you come for me.”
That plea broke something in me. I shoved my cock back into his mouth, holding his head steady as I fucked in earnest, hips snapping, balls slapping his beard. My hand never stopped stroking him, twisting, squeezing, relentless, matching the filthy rhythm of my thrusts.
Every inch of me was alive, raw, burning with need. I watched us in the mirror across the room—my cock stretching his mouth, his throat bulging, his own cock leaking down my fist. The sight nearly sent me over the edge.
I pressed my thumb to his perineum, rubbing slow, filthy circles as I jerked him, and his hips jerked up, body bowing, every muscle standing out in sharp relief. “You close?” I growled, voice low, threatening, the words a challenge and a promise.
He nodded, choked around my cock, eyes rolling back.
“Don’t you dare come until I say,” I warned, slowing my strokes, squeezing just tight enough to keep him on the edge. “I want to see you desperate. I want to see you beg.”
He whimpered, mouth full, body shaking, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as he fought for control, fought to hold back for me. I rewarded him, thrusting deep, feeding him every inch, holding his head down until he gagged, then letting up just enough to let him breathe, to moan, to beg.
“Such a good boy,” I crooned, rubbing the head of his cock with my thumb, smearing the mess, jerking him slow and steady. “You make me so fucking hard, Rich. Never had anyone like you. Never needed anyone this much.”
He sucked harder, swallowing around me, working his throat, taking me as deep as I’d give him. I rocked my hips, grinding against his beard, loving the way the hair scratched, the way he whimpered, the way he let me use him.
The pleasure coiled tight, burning up my spine, every nerve ending lit up with raw, filthy need. I pumped his cock harder, matching the rhythm of my hips, knowing we were both right there—right on the brink, right on the edge of losing it completely.
The way Richard swallowed around me, taking every inch, every pulse, made my vision blur at the edges.
I held his head with both hands, grinding against his beard, savoring every whimper and desperate gasp.
My own hand worked his cock, pumping him harder, and I felt him tremble beneath me, on the brink but holding out, wanting to give me everything, wanting to be used.
But I wanted more. Needed more. Needed all of him—needed to taste him, to get my mouth on him, to let him worship every filthy inch of me while I did the same.
Pulling free with a slick pop, I shifted my weight, knees straddling his ribs, chest heaving as I slid my cock up his chest, leaving a streak of precome across his sternum. “Turn over,” I rasped, voice nearly gone from need.
He didn’t hesitate. Rolling to his side, then onto his back, pulling me down with him, hungry hands roaming my ass, my hips, dragging me higher until my knees framed his head.
My cock bobbed just above his lips, leaking, and I watched his tongue snake out, lapping at the tip before swallowing me deep.
I twisted around, mouth watering at the sight of his cock flushed and glistening, still throbbing from my earlier attention.
Lowering myself until my face hovered above his groin, I took him into my mouth, thick and heavy, the taste of sweat and salt and him driving me wild.
My hand cupped his balls, rolling them, squeezing just hard enough to make him gasp around my shaft.
His tongue went wild on me, licking up my shaft, sucking at my head, before he dove lower, nose pressing into my crack, tongue lapping at my hole, hot and slick, pushing inside. Every flick sent sparks through my body. My hips rocked against his face, unable to hold still, hungry for more.
“Fuck, Rich, eat me out,” I groaned, voice raw, hands fisting in his thighs as I buried my face in his lap. I swallowed his cock deeper, working my throat around him, loving the way he bucked up, rutting into my mouth with abandon.
Richard’s hands spread my cheeks wide, fingers digging into the muscle, pulling me open for his mouth.
The tip of his tongue circled my hole, teasing, flicking, then pushed in deep, fucking me with wet, filthy strokes.
Every pass made my cock jerk in his mouth, every hum and moan vibrating through my core.
I licked up his shaft, swirling my tongue around the swollen head, then sucked him down in one greedy swallow. My nose pressed into the hair at his base, the musky scent overwhelming. I moaned, letting the sound reverberate through him, making his hips buck, his body shake.
Richard’s mouth left my cock just long enough to spit, saliva dripping down my balls, his tongue following the trail, lapping up every drop before diving back in, hungry and relentless. “Taste so fucking good,” he mumbled, voice muffled by my flesh. “Never want to stop. Could eat you all night.”
I growled, mouth full of his cock, then pulled off to respond. “Yeah? Prove it. Don’t you dare stop.” I dove back in, lips sealing around his head, sucking hard, using my hand to stroke the rest of his length while I licked the slit, swallowing every drop of precome.
The room filled with the sounds of sucking, moaning, sloppy kisses and wet tongues.
My body shuddered every time his mouth left my cock and found my ass, tongue spearing inside, teeth grazing my rim, nose pressing in deep as he devoured me.
I rocked against his face, chasing every filthy sensation, grinding down, lost to the pleasure.
He bucked up, mouth never stopping, tongue fucking me, then he shifted, sucking my cock deep, throat flexing as he swallowed me whole. His hands squeezed my ass, spreading me wider, holding me in place while he ate me out, then sucked me back into his mouth.
I jerked his cock with one hand, using my spit to make it slick, the other hand rolling his balls, tugging, squeezing. My mouth worked him from root to tip, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make him whimper. Every time he moaned, I felt it in my core, the sound vibrating up my spine.
“Fuck, Ed, don’t stop,” he gasped, voice breaking, mouth returning to my hole, tongue plunging deep, then dragging up to suck at my balls. “So fucking perfect, so fucking sweet.”