His grip tightened around my wrist as he let out another deep breath. I had him. I had his throbbing member in my hand and it was growing, stretching further downwards into his pants. I watched it force my fingers apart, making room for itself against my palm. I wanted to see it. I wanted to get it outside of his jeans. I wanted to lay eyes on it. I wanted to feel it.
I looked back up at him. I stared into his eyes as I stroked the denim laced fruit that stood strong between his thighs. As I massaged him, his mouth gaped open, exposing the top row of his teeth. He loved what I was doing to him. His grip on my wrist tightened a bit more, this time pull my hand closer, silently requesting that I kept going.
I released him, and slowly walked my fingers up his jeans to reach his zipper. I could tell he wanted more. I leaned forward, planting my mouth against his. I lingered there, waitng for his lips to engage mine. I didn’t have to wait long. He passionately pressed against my mouth, lingering to suck my top and bottom lips one after the other. I played with his zipper, forcing it down to enter his pants. His breathing intensified when my finger reached inside his boxers. I slide my tongue across his top lip as I moved in and grabbed his penis. My thumb rubbed acrossed the prominent veins of it, imagining the feeling it would give me while stroking me from the inside. My knuckles grazed the course fuzz of his testicles. I wanted them against my body, too. The warmth of his cock traveled up my arm and down between my legs, sharing its arousal with me. I wanted more than a touch. I had felt him in my hand for far too long. I needed more.
I unsheathed what could only be described as a girthy mahogany tusk. It was mesmerizing and it stood up so strong. It sprung from his zipper and thrusted right into my body, pushing me back a bit. It pressed against my stomach as we continued to kiss. My shorts moistened further. I surveyed his member blindly, mentally seeing it in its entirety with just my hands. It was beautiful to me, unseen, but already a work of art. I pulled my face away from his to look down at it. I saw heaven in the form of that man’s cock. I wanted it more than ever. I tried to move in closer. I wanted to worship it the way a dick like that deserved, but he stopped me.
He put his hands on my waist and held me in front of my couch. “Sit down.” His deep voice thundered into my coochie. I had to obey. I sat down, my face right in front of his god-like cock. I could feel its power. I wanted to devour it, but I sat there, impatiently awaiting my next order.
He kneeled down in front of me. I could hear the weight of his penile oak tree thump against my carpet. It made me leak into my already soaked shorts. He tugged on them. pulling them down to my thighs and then further until they reached my ankles. He forced my legs apart, giving him a full view of my cake. He paused and stared at it.
The silence made me nervous. He didn’t seem nearly as interested in what I carried between my legs as I was about what he had between his. I closed my eyes in shame. Every negative thought about that moment started rushing in. He didn’t want it anymore. He thought it was ugly. It smelled. Before the thoughts could persist, his hands were on my hips, sliding me to the edge of the couch where his face was waiting, preparing to bury itself between my thighs.
To Be Continued…
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