Page 118 of Bone Deep
“Omigod,” I moan, as the cool, creamy confection hits my hole. “Oh ffffuck!” I shout as Spence spears his tongue into me. My fist slams against the marble repeatedly as he eats me out expertly. I swear to Satan, no one has ever eaten me this well.The man has a gift. I start pressing my ass back against his face, desperately seeking more.
F-Bomb jumps up on the counter and mews at me.
“No. You can't be here, F-Bomb,” I laugh. “You shouldn't watch this.”
He mews again. I try to swat at him, but he scurries across the counter, then steps directly on the keyboard. I swat at him again and he scurries off.
Spence stands and pulls me back from the counter. He spins me around and drags me backwards until my back is against the stove. Then he pulls his lounge pants down and his cock bounces in the air, thick and rigid. He still has the can of whipped cream in his hand, and seeing it in close proximity to Spence’s girth is a comparative analysis I wasn’t prepared for this morning. He’s damn near as thick and it makes my mouth water.
Spence sprays a stripe down my dick, then drops to his knees. “Look at this big, sweet dick pulsing just for me,” he says.
I suck in a breath as I watch him take my dick down whole, the whipped cream getting everywhere. He pops off and licks his lips, then lifts my cock and sprays whipped cream on my balls, and dives in, laving at my sac.
“Shit-shit-shit! That feels so good, Spence,” I shout.
He stands and turns me so I'm facing the sink now and bends me over. He sprays a generous amount of whipped cream onto two fingers and then starts working it into my hole. I'm gripping the counter for dear life, pushing back and fucking myself on his fingers.
I look at the microwave clock. 7:50 AM.
“Spence,” I whine.
“Hm?”
“Just hurry up and get that dick in me. You have two minutes to come. Then I have to get dressed.”
Looking over my shoulder, I see him spray more whipped cream on his dick. Then he lines the head up with my hole. He flicks his hips, but only enough for the blunt fat head of his cock to slide in. I throw my head back.
“Come on, Spence. Fuck me, damn it.”
He slams forward, impaling me in one thrust.
“Oh yeah, that's what I like, Daddy,” I gasp.
He pulls all the way back out and slams back in again. I grip the counter and try to say, “Sixty seconds,” but I'm consumed by the sounds of his thick cock being milked by my hole. The sounds reverberating through the kitchen are the rawest and most sordid symphony my ears have ever heard. I reach down and grab my own dick and start to say, “Spence, I'm going to come. I need you to—”
But I'm cut off by a loud pounding on the door.
I groan, “Nooo.”
Spence huffs and says, “Ignore it.”
I stroke my dick harder, knowing I need to get over the finish line so I can throw on jeans and a shirt and hopefully pull myself together enough to do my live. But the banging at the door starts again immediately, louder and more insistent.
Then I hear Anthony's unmistakable voice, pretty much screaming, “Ryan, Spence, open the door. NOW!”
Spence growls and pulls out of me. He pulls his pants up over his cock. I scramble to find my shorts that he tossed aside. I step into them and hurry over to the door. I fling it open as Anthony is about to knock again. I'm breathless, chest heaving, and Anthony's face is bright red. Chance is snickering behind him.
Anthony pushes past me and barges toward the kitchen. I say, confused, “Bro. What's the big emergency?”
But then I see Spence standing in the kitchen, basically face-palming, and Anthony goes directly for the tablet. Spence grumbles, “I already turned it off.”
I look around the room, confused, and Anthony shouts, “You guys were banging on live, jackass!”
“What?” My eyes go huge. “No. I wasn't supposed to go live until—”
And then it hits me. I look at the cat and screech, “F-Bomb! What did you do?! Bad kitty!”
The diabolical menace just lets out a mew then starts licking his own asshole.
