Page 18 of Praised
I pulled all the way off, using the tip of my finger to swipe some spit from the corner of my mouth.
“I haven’t decided on my ranking yet, so don’t get any ideas,” I said.
Before he could answer that, I was back between his legs, absolutely loving the way my jaw ached as my mouth stretched around him.
“Fucking Christ, Ambrose,” he murmured, fingers flexing against the back of my head as I bobbed up and down his cock. “Just like that. That’s so good.”
I raised up, taking him back into my hand and slapping his dick against my tongue. The wet squelch made my own cock hard, precum slicking down the head of my cock and saturating the lace.
“If you come in my mouth, I want to top you,” I decided.
“What if I don’t?”
“Then I suppose we’ll have to flip a coin.”
“You’re—”
I took whatever words Flynn was about to say out of his mouth, sucking them right into the back of my throat instead.
With my balls in one hand and his in the other, I set a slower pace than I’d started with, really giving myself the opportunity to enjoy the thickness of him inside of my throat and my mouth.
The no-gag reflex thing hadn’t been natural. I’d trained myself over time because I loved sucking cock and I hated being annoyed, and not being able to suck as much of someone’s cock as I wanted wasveryannoying to me. So I’d started in college, practicing on dildos and perfecting the skill on actual boyfriends. Plastic was fine; using a real cock was like going from the lab to a field practice. Not to imply I’d been promiscuous with it, because that had never been me.I preferred monogamy and the trust and intimacy that came with it.
“Hold on,” Flynn whispered, tightening his fingers against my scalp. “Hold on.”
I went as still as I could manage with his balls resting against my chin. Doing my best to tilt my face up, I blinked through the tears I’d never been able to shake and waited for him to say his piece.
“It’s good, Ambrose. Your mouth is so good, but your throat…”
He trailed off, head dropping back with a groan.
I swallowed, letting the muscles of my throat flex and grip against the head of his cock. He fucked his hips against my face, burying himself deeper.
“Your throat is the best thing I’ve ever fucked.”
I smiled, laughing as much as I could manage with a mouthful of cock. I jerked my head against his hand and he let me up, long trails of spit connecting my lips to his shaft.
“I’m pretty sure I’m fuckingyou,” I corrected, lip twitching into a smirk. “But you’re more than welcome to try, if you want. I can clearly handle it.”
Flynn pushed me onto my feet and stood, hooking his hands under my armpits and throwing me onto the bed.
“Over the side,” he said, coming around in front of one of the nightstands.
The bed was nice, elevated off the ground with four posters on the corner, and I took the position change as an opportunity to get my own cock into my hand. Situating myself with my knees bent and my dick poking out from the lace, I hung my head over the side of the bed and obediently opened my mouth.
Flynn settled his hand over the curve of my throat and slowly eased himself into my mouth. Even with the height of the bed, he had to bend at the knees to reach my mouth. I worried he wouldn’t be able to hold the pose for long, but he was more than welcome to climb onto the bed and ride me if the mood struck him right.
“Is this okay?” he asked, drumming his fingers against my skin and I nodded, breathing out through my nose as he slid deeper.
The position was a good one, giving him more access than we’d had on the couch. Tears leaked from the inner corners of my eyes on their own accord, and I made the smallest gagging noise when he bottomed out in my throat.
“Still good?” he asked.
I motioned for him to get on with it, and he let out a devilish-sounding laugh before pulling almost the entire length of his cock out of my mouth. He snapped his hips and slid back in, drawing another surprised choke out of me. Flynn cradled my throat with both of his hands, the pressure of his fingers against my windpipe and his dick making me hard enough to come with little to no intervention.
I pulled back the side of the lace panties so I could reach myself easier. Palming my dick through the soft material wasn’t going to be enough. The sound of his shaft sliding in and out of my throat while he fucked me like that was one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard. It was wet and messy, and sounded absolutely pornographic. I moaned, my hand flying up and down my length, the pace far more aggressive than the one Flynn set in my mouth. Even for as hot as the sounds were, it was frustrating how easy he was going on me, so I decided the way I wanted him to come the most was all over that firm and tanned stomach of his.
I tensed my throat and sucked him, giving him a couple more minutes on the best blow job of his life, then I slid across the bed disconnecting our bodies. The lube and condoms were on the nightstand, and I tore a condom open with my mouth, spitting the wrapper onto the sheets.
