Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,85

I gripped my cock to slowly stroke it, a feral groan ripped from his throat.

“You’re supposed to be playing with my dick, not yours,” he rasped at me.

“Is that what you want? Or do you want this?” I asked as I slid my thumb over the head of my cock, coating it with my precum.

“Both?” he nearly wheezed.

“You can only pick one,” I reminded him and gasped when I gave my cock a squeeze.

Stellan closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm himself before opening them again. “Come suck my dick, Foster.”

“Of course. I thought you’d never ask,” I teased him as I released my own shaft and stepped closer to him.

My thumb was still covered in my precum, and I didn’t hesitate to grasp his chin and run the cum-covered thumb over his lips. Stellan instantly parted his mouth at my touch and sucked my thumb inside, licking it clean.

My lips parted on a groan and I dove in, covering his lips with mine, tasting my salty essence on his tongue. I kept it short and heated before kissing my way down his chest and abdomen before dipping my tongue into his belly button. Resting his hand on my head, Stellan curled his fingers in my hair, as if needing that connection, as I continued my way south. Rather than instantly putting his dick in my mouth, I kissed both thighs and mimicked his movements from our first time together by licking his pelvic bones.

Then, finally, I wrapped my fingers around his cock and save it a long, slow stroke from root to tip. His entire body quivered as more precum leaked from the tip, and without any hesitation, I stuck out my tongue to taste it. He tasted better than I’d ever imagined, and for the tiny burst of flavor on my tongue, I instantly craved more. Whether it was because I loved savory things or I just loved him, I wasn’t sure, and I really didn’t give a damn. I just knew I wouldn’t be satisfied until I brought him to release.

I wrapped my lips around the thick head of his cock and sucked it hard as I stroked the rest with my hand. His gasp was loud, and his trembling hand tightened in my hair as I slid more of his dick into my mouth. I forced my throat to relax and remembered to breathe through my nose—something I’d learned when I looked up blow jobs one night—and took even more of him into my mouth.

My eyes watered slightly, and I gagged a bit at the fullness in my mouth, but I couldn’t give up. There was no way I would stop when my reward would be his cum flooding my mouth. I worked his shaft slowly with my tongue, lips, and hand. Stellan’s grip in my hair loosened, and his fingers worked gently through the strands in a reassuring caress.

“Foster, fuck,” he gasped when I popped off his cock to run my tongue over the entire length and down to his balls. I took one between my lips, rolling it with my tongue as I continued to stroke his length. “I’m getting close.”

Hearing his hoarse words had me diving back on his cock, taking it as deep into my mouth as I possibly could. I gagged when the head hit the back of my throat and tears streamed down my cheeks as I worked my head up and down.

“Look at me, Foster,” he demanded with a gasp. “I want you to watch when you make me come.”

I looked up and our eyes met. His dick was still deep in my mouth, and his own lips were parted in a silent moan as I reached down a free hand to cup his balls. With a few more strokes on my tongue and a gentle squeeze to his sac, his entire body tensed as our gazes stayed locked together. I gagged at the sudden movement but didn’t pull off when the first spurt of hot cum shot down my throat. I swallowed every drop he gave me, and only once his body relaxed did I finally pull off him.

I sat back on my haunches and scrubbed the tears and saliva off my face. I was breathless, my throat felt raw, and my lips were swollen from being stretched for so long. And my jaw had a slight ache to it. But all of that was worth it to see the look on Stellan’s face.