fluid. “Fuck yes!” Dallas groaned.
I opened my mouth wider and took just his sticky head inside, then made a humming sound.
“Damn you, Fletch,” Dallas cursed, “you’re killing me.”
I kept his head entrapped in the tight circle of my lips and used my tongue to clean off the pre-come from his spongy tip. I discovered I really did love the taste of his pre-come. I knew his load would be a lot more bitter and saltier, and there’d be a larger amount of it, too, than the dribbles I’d already cleaned from his stomach. I wasn’t completely sure I could handle Dallas shooting in my mouth without gagging, but I was going to do my damnedest to make him lose his mind with pleasure.
My tongue ventured down his shaft, and I could taste a little bit there, too, which coaxed me on. I wanted to get every last drop I could find and even licked his balls to make sure he didn’t have anything there. The masculine scent of his wrinkly skin and the hairs tickling my face made me smile. I was licking his balls and loving it. I lifted myself up onto my hands and leaned over Dallas’s groin to leave a trail of wetness from my tongue, starting at the base of his shaft all the way to his dripping head.
“Do you want me to take you in my mouth?” I taunted.
“Fuck yes, please don’t make me wait any longer,” Dallas panted.
“I wouldn’t think of it.”
And then I did something I never thought I’d ever do. I slurped a thick cock into my mouth and did my best to swallow as much of his length and girth as I could, refusing to pull off.
Dallas spread his legs wider, and his heels dug into the bedding for purchase as he canted his hips slowly into my mouth. He was ever so careful not to push too hard and make me choke, and I learned how to relax my throat to take him deeper. Spit covered my chin and my nose began to run, but I knew Dallas was close to coming. His sac was snug to his body, and his words were now incoherent. It was incredible to watch him morphing through arousal to absolute mind-bending bliss.
“Fuck! I’m gonna come,” Dallas shouted. “Pull off. Quick!”
No way was I releasing his cock from the suction of my mouth, and I was pretty certain he didn’t want me to do that either. This was too much fun, and I hated for it to end, but I knew Dallas was seconds away from detonating. I’d seen him come before and knew how much he was capable of shooting, and damn, how I wanted to drink him all down.
“Fletcher! I can’t hold back,” Dallas pleaded and stilled his hips. A low growl escaped his lips as he began to unravel for me. I could feel his cock pulse in my mouth and increased my sucking as a sign to let him know I wasn’t stopping.
And then he let go and gave in to the orgasm that rolled over him with the force of what seemed like a freight train, and I did my best to swallow everything he shot out. There was so much of it, though, that I felt like I was drowning and had to partially pull off to breathe, but I kept on licking at his shaft and tip. Splashes of his seed continued to hit my cheeks and chin, and I began to chuckle when the last rope of come landed right over the bridge of my nose. I didn’t need to look in a mirror to know my face was covered in Dallas’s jizz. I rolled onto my back and continued to laugh. All I could smell and taste was come. I licked my lips and cleaned off more.
Dallas turned his head to me and then leaned in close. A second later, his tongue was lapping at my face and chin like a cat with a bowl of milk. My eyes closed and I hummed a contented sigh while Dallas cleaned me. Having him anywhere near me gave me huge amounts of happiness, and tonight I was overwhelmed that I was able to give him something back.
His tongue finished under my chin, and then his lips found mine. Our kiss was languid and intimate. I could still taste him in my mouth and knew Dallas could taste himself too. This was so erotic, and I was still painfully