Page 5 of The Perfect Ingredient
Stillleaking a lot.
I just dip back down, not giving him a chance to recover, to think, or to even breathe. I wrap my lips around the still-throbbing head, and suck slow and soft, cheeks hollowing, tongue circling under the ridge until he whines.
“Ohh, ohhh…monsieur,that feels so—mmmnn—so good—”
I moan back, my mouth too full for words but eager to agree. One of my hands grabs on his hip, fingers digging into muscle; the other curls around the base of his cock, steadying him as I start toreallywork deeper this time.
My throat opens willingly, trained andsohungry, and I swallow slowly around him, letting the spit spill messily past my lips as I take more.
“Mmmm—I can’t, I’m—hnnngh…”
I hum.Mmm-hmm.His cock jumps at the vibration, and he swears, hips jerking like he’s trying not to thrust, but the instinct wins out anyway.
His head drops back with a long, brokenohhh, and I take my victory, swallowing him down until my nose is crushed against his skin and my throat is stretched taut around him. He’s so massive, andsodeep he blocks everything—I can’t breathe in anymore, and I feel the impossible stretch in the bulging line of my own neck. But I still hold him there, swallowing again and again, and making himwhimper.
“Hnnngh…it’s too good… Mmmm…”
I love his voice. I love his whining, his gasping, and the way he mumbles praise and curses like his body is trying to find the words for something his brain can’t keep up with.
“Feels s-so good,” he whimpers, thrusting. “So warm… mmm… so tight—ahhh God! You’re s-sucking me so—hnnghso deep!”
I can feel him leaking pre-cum down my throat, pulsing like he’s about to explode again.
I’ve never been so turned on.
My own cock is aching, trapped under my clothes, forgotten and irrelevant. Because all that matters is the thick, huge, perfect cock that issuffocatingme so good.
I reach up and grab his wrists, guide them to my head, press his fingers into my hair, urging him to press my head against his crotch the way he seems fit.
“W-what—? I don’t—I’ll hurt you—”
“Mmmm,” I moan around him, pushing against his palms, urging him.Pull. I want him to hold me there, keep me filled.
He finally grips, tentative at first, then stronger. His fingers thread through my hair, clutching the back of my head like he’s drowning.
I reward him with another suck, licking at the slit and catching every bead of pre-cum like it’s honey. He jerks, whole body trembling, and lets out a wreckedHnnnngh.
“Feels sohot! Yourmouth… feels like I’m going to—”
I moan again, sucking harder, and he moves his hips up, pushing my head down.
“Ohhh… like thatah-mmm merde…”
His hands tighten in my hair, and I let him set the pace. Sloppy now, noisy—schlk, schlk—as spit runs down my chin, down his shaft, onto my hands and the root.
Every time he pulls out a little, I suck harder. Flick my tongue under his crown, swirl it, tease it. He can’t speak anymore, just a mess of vowels and whimpers and ragged, beautiful noise.
“Hnnngh mon Dieu—je vais”
He’s warning me.
I dig my fingers into his thigh,encouraging.
I want it. All of it.
Jeanshoutsas he starts coming again, this time longer—even morethan before. The first thick, salty-sweet spurt hits the back of my throat hard and I swallow greedily. The second follows, and the third, a seemingly endless flood that coats my tongue. It’s richer now, muskier, and the sheer volume of it makes me choke slightly as I struggle to keep up, the taste flooding my senses.
A moan vibrates deep in my own chest, a genuine sound of pleasure torn from me as I suckle at his tip, milking the last few drops. I don’t stop until I feel him trembling, spent and oversensitive, his cock twitching weakly against my tongue.
