Page 44 of Operation: Ogre

“Yes, baby. I’m desperate for you to touch me.”

Grinning up at him, I said, “So am I.”

Without waiting for him to reply, I continued to rub the massive bulge before dipping my hand under the waistband. I groaned at the same time he did as I grasped his thick shaft. Fuck, he was huge. I’d known he would be; I’d looked up ogre porn before. But it was one thing to see on the screen of my phone and another to feel the pulsing dick within my grasp. I pulled him out, and all I did was gape at him.

Holy fuck.

My fingers barely met around his shaft, and it was long, way longer than a human’s dick. The shaft was covered in large bumps and ridges that had my ass clenching, and the mushroom head was massive, with a slit on the underside that was leaking as much as I knew my own cock was. His heavy balls sat just below his shaft, the right testicle slightly larger. The lop-sided appearance just made me grin, and I couldn’t say why.

Experimentally, I pumped Jaxon, and he let out the most delightful moan that was music to my ears. I continued to jerk him in slow movements, letting his copious pre-cum slick the way. Each of the bumps slid along my palm in the most amazing friction.

“Jaxon, can I taste you?”

He grinned, threading his fingers in my hair. “Of course, but I’d rather suck you off.”

My mouth dropped open. All I could do was nod. Like hell would I say no to that.

Jaxon kicked off his boxers and jeans, then slid his hands down my sides to my hips, and then began toying with the waistband of my jeans. I finally managed to draw my eyes off his throbbing dick that was pointed straight at me—it knew what it wanted, apparently—and looked up at him. He unbuttoned my jeans with a flick. Ever so slowly, he peeled my bright pink briefs, jeans, socks, and shoes off. I panted as he ran his gaze over me.

I was certainly not as big as he was, but I wasn’t tiny either. I wasn’t cut, but he hadn’t been born with a foreskin, so hopefully he didn’t think it was odd. Jaxon stared at me, his gaze burning hot. He caged my shaft with his thick fingers and pumped upward, making my eyes roll back.

“Fuck, Chris. Baby, you’re so hot.”

All I could do was moan. Jaxon touching me felt nothing like when I touched myself. It was lighting me on fire and melting me into a puddle. I gripped his biceps. “Jaxon,” I breathed, my thighs trembling as he worked my cock. Already, my balls were drawing up and hugging my shaft. Not yet. I couldn’t come already. This was ridiculous. Jaxon twisted his wrist, and I saw stars as I cried out, clutching on to him.

“Jaxon,” I begged.

“What, baby?”

“Close.”

He chuckled. “Already?”

“Too good.”

Jaxon pressed his mouth to my ear and whispered, “I want to make you feel better than you ever have.”

Well, he’d already succeeded there. Mission accomplished. A-plus, Mr. Bolder.

His hand fell away, and I cried out, “No. Close.”

“Let me take care of you.” Jaxon picked me up, and I didn’t fight. Why would I? I wrapped my legs around his waist and found his mouth. He walked toward his bed and lay me down. I reached up for him, and he settled on top of me.

Something inside of me fell apart and reforged until I felt more at home and at peace in my skin than I’d ever had before in my entire life. I often felt as if I didn’t fit within my family, though they never said it, not once, and I often felt like I was putting a smile on my face, even when I didn’t feel like it. I often felt as if I was pretending to know what I wanted. I often pretended the future didn’t freak me the fuck out.

Jaxon, though… He made me feel at home.

I pulled his mouth down to mine to slowly kiss him, our tongues meeting after only a minute. His hand found my cock again and began to stroke it. A bead of pre-cum dropped onto my stomach.

“Jaxon,” I breathed, rutting up into his grasp. “Please. Need to come.”

“Let me taste you, baby.”

I nodded so fast it was a wonder that my eyeballs didn’t pop out.

He pressed a quick kiss to my lips, then began sliding down my body, leaving lingering kisses in his wake. His tongue flicked one of my nipples, and I arched up with a cry.

“Sensitive?” he asked.