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“How many people have sucked your cock before?” he asked, mouth twisted into a smirk.
Dragging my tongue across the front of my teeth, I guided him back down to his place nestled around the base of my shaft.
“Enough to know what a fucking treasure you are.” I gasped when he flattened his tongue against the underside of my shaft and flexed his throat muscles to swallow.
Rose’s stare flickered up, making it clear to me he knew exactly what he was doing, what he was capable of. Letting go of his hair, I stretched my arms out across the back of the couch and gave a slight lift of my hips. He hummed around me, near a choke but not quite. Rose would be a perfect cock warmer with a throat like that, with his mouth and his tongue all hot and wet around me. I imagined myself working from home with him between my legs, taking calls while he lapped and suckled on my dick, drawing cum out of my balls whether I wanted to come or not.
It was all within reach, and I was ready to reach out and take it.
“Do you want my cum, Rose?”
I stared down at him, clenching my jaw to fight back my orgasm. He looked like he’d been born to get on his knees and shove my dick into his mouth. The way his plump and glossy lips stretched around my girth, the way his cheeks darkened to almost the same shade of red as my shaft, he looked like a debauched Renaissance painting that had been commissioned just for me.
In response, he hummed, eyes rolling back a little in his head. Spit leaked out of the corner of his mouth and he tried his best to slurp it up before it landed on the couch.
“Can you keep it all in your mouth like it is right now?” I asked.
He slurped at me again.
“Of course you can,” I said, swallowing back a groan. “Keep me in your mouth just like that and give me your hand.”
Rose extended one of his hands toward me and I licked his fingers, sucking them into my mouth one my one. I had to bend forward to reach him, sandwiching him between my legs and driving my cock deeper into his throat. It was hot and it was heaven. It was everything.
He was everything.
I leaned back when he did finally sputter around my dick, and I spit in his hand. “Touch yourself.”
His hand was between his legs so fast, I almost missed the movement. When he curled his fingers around his own thick length, he groaned, the pleasure he brought himself vibrating down my shaft and straight into my belly. The sound of my spit trapped between his palm and his cock shattered the silence of the room, and his mouth inched up and down as he stroked himself toward his own end.
“Good boy, Rose. You’re such a good listener. You look so perfect on your knees choking on my cock. This is so good, feels so good. Isn’t this good?”
He groaned again, back bowing and arching as he continued to jerk himself off. Spit leaked freely from his mouth now and tears had joined the saliva in the curve of his mouth and the dip of his chin. On his knees for me, he was practically in bondage, and if it had been any other night, any other circumstances, I would have taken a picture so I’d never forgot how unbearably hot he was.
But I committed it to memory instead, closing my eyes and bucking up into his mouth until the head of my dick pressed against the back of his throat.
“Suck the cum out of me, baby,” I rasped, curling my fingers around the back of the couch so I didn’t fly out into space when he hollowed his cheeks around me. “Get yourself off first and then swallow my load right into that perfect fucking throat of yours. I want to come so deep in your throat, I can’t even taste it when I’m finished.”
It was one of the easier demands I’d ever made, and Rose came all over his hand in less than a minute, his mouth drawing my own release almost immediately after. I tangled my fingers into the hair at the back of his head when my orgasm approached, and I fucked his throat so hard, I was certain I’d shot deeper into him than anyone ever had, leaving no taste of my cum in his mouth or on his tongue.
After my bones re-solidified, I kissed him again, just to make sure.
I was right.
CHAPTER20
ROSE
Sometime very early Friday morning,I found myself back in Flynn’s bed. His long fingers drew lazy shapes up my side and across my ribs, sparking gooseflesh down my arms while I watched the fire crackle across the room.
After our talk, I’d sucked him off in the way that he already knew he liked, then I let him fuck me with my legs flung up over his shoulders, my body folded nearly in half for how hard he pounded me into the mattress. The whole time, he never stopped touching me, never stopped kissing me, licking me. He never stopped praising me. I was quickly growing addicted to not just him, but the way the descriptive and complimentary words fell out of his mouth and into my ears.
Maybe I had a praise kink too.
Or, at least, abeingpraised kink.
“Do you work today?” he asked, pressing a kiss against my bare shoulder.
“Not until late.”
