He shuffles around, removing his boxer briefs, then he’s crawling over me. Straddling my chest. “Open up, Babe.”
The tip of his dick presses against my lips and I open, eagerly taking him in.
“Fuck!” he whispers.
My fingers grip the outside of his thighs.
Keeping my lips closed around his dick, I run my tongue up and down the underside of his head, flicking against that sensitive spot.
“Fucking hell.” His hips start to move.
I hum, taking him deeper.
Beckett lets out another soft curse, then he leans forward placing his hands on the ground above my head.
On all fours, he pumps his hips, burying himself deeper down my throat.
“Shit,” another thrust, “Fuck, Babe. I’m so close.”
Out and in.
I tip my head back as much as I can, his hips working above me as he fucks my mouth.
His words are labored, “I’m so fucking close.”
I use my tongue to run along the length of him. High on the satisfaction I feel at being the one to please him.
“I’m gonna come.” He whispers, warning me.
But I don’t pull away. I suck harder.
“Get ready, Babe,” a hand grips the hair at the top of my head, holding me still, as he pumps into me one last time, exploding.
Overwhelmed with lust, I swallow around his length, taking everything he gives me.