Chapter 246: It Will All Be Better Soon
(TYLER)
He releases my hair when he sees I understand the game, and I lower my head to his cock, biting blunt, lip-protected kisses up the underside of his shaft, until I get back to that delicious, heavy cockhead. It’s so thick, flaring out, feels so perfect in my ass, in my mouth, that I’ve suggested before that we take a plaster cast and get a toy made from it.
He liked the idea, I could tell. Maybe for our next anniversary.
In the meantime, I curl my tongue around it, lift its weight into my mouth, and close my lips around the ridge. I let his flavour fill my mouth again, the scent of his desire wafting into my nose, and I take in a deep, satisfied breath of him.
His thighs tremble, and when I slide my hand over his chest to the other, lonely nipple, I feel his heart banging hard against the cage of his ribs, and I know why he’s told me no hands.
He’s already right there on the edge, his balls heavy and tight, his orgasm right there waiting to burst out of him... and into me.
I suck him down slowly, letting the slick tip of his cock find its own way past my tonsils, into my throat.
Over the years I’ve grown accustomed to Sasha’s length and girth, but he’s always a challenge at first. Sometimes he likes to shove my head down, make me take him fast so he can feel me half choking on him, but not right now. Right now, if he did that, he’d shoot much sooner than he wanted. Always a master of self-control.
But I like to pick my man apart, unravel him slowly, and that’s what I set about doing. I blow him with a languid and leisurely pace that gets him panting, and then I leave his nipples alone, screwed up tight and sensitive like they are, and use my well-manicured nails to scratch blunt tracks down the inside of his spread thighs.