The comb of his ass towards my cock despatched a jolt proper to my rattling system, and my cock instantly started to swell. A darkish groan escaped my throat, which I hadn’t meant to occur, however I used to be powerless to cease it.

I used to be powerless towards the intercourse attraction of Dawson Richards.

“I don’t suppose you’d ever bore me, Nolan,” he stated as he arched his again, pushing again towards my budding erection.

“Fuck,” I hissed as I attempted to breathe by way of the sudden flush of warmth and want.

“I can cease if—”

“Hell no,” I stated as I let my hand fall over his hip, throughout his abdomen, my fingertips grazing the waistband of his briefs. “I prefer it. I don’t need you to cease.”

Dawson chuckled darkly as he slid his hand over prime of mine, dragging it down beneath the waistband of his briefs, so I might really feel his heat pores and skin, his coarse hair, and his…

Holy fuck.

The reminiscence of grinding myself towards Dawson was nonetheless hazy, however I’d seen sufficient pictures of strategically positioned gadgets to formulate an concept of the scale of his cock.

However the contact alone proved I had underestimated him, as a result of it was positively bigger than what I used to be used to—if I used to be used to something, actually—and it was thicker than I’d anticipated.

Dawson slowly guided my hand up and down his cock, constructing a sluggish rhythm that triggered my very own dick to throb. Instinctively, I floor my erection towards his clothed ass, simply as my thumb brushed over the tip of his head to be met with heat, sticky precum, and I let loose a strangled groan.

“You want that, don’t you?” Dawson’s voice egged me on.

“Sure,” I breathed desperately.

“Is that what you need, Nolan?” His voice had taken on a touch of teasing, but it surely was entrenched in lust and was making my head spin.

“You need my cum down your throat, hmmm? Dripping out of your tight ass?”

Dawson thrust his cock into my fist, the wetness spreading, and I didn’t suppose twice about what I needed.

I slid my hand out of his briefs, and Dawson turned over, me with fear.

“Sure,” I stated as I leaned over him, straddling his thighs once more. Within the low mild of his bed room, the shadows fell on him superbly, and I tugged at his waistband.

Dawson regarded up at me with shock, however he let me pull his briefs down, and the sight of his cock springing free was higher than something I’d ever fantasized about.

As I regarded on the sight of his swollen, pink cock bouncing forwards and backwards, leaking salty, candy precum, I questioned if I’d die choking on his cock. His size and thickness alone made me half contemplate abandoning this plan altogether. Possibly that wasn’t such a nasty technique to go.

I sucked in a deep breath earlier than signing my demise certificates as I leaned down and licked his shaft from base to tip.

“Jesus Christ, Nolan!” Dawson gasped. His whole physique tensed as I took him into the again of my throat in a single fell swoop.

“Oh fuck!” Dawson hissed, his fingers going straight for my hair. His fingers gripped my locks tight, the shock of the second dissipating as Dawson discovered himself as soon as once more. He thrust into the again of my throat, making me practically gag. However I didn’t dislike it one bit.

In truth, I type of cherished it.

“You want that, don’t you?” he requested, his voice shifting to one thing darker. “You want choking on this dick?” He grunted as he thrust into the again of my throat once more. I answered him by hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue round his thick head, and buzzing my appreciation, which solely made him hiss and seize my hair tighter. So tight it damage however in such a scrumptious method.

My cock throbbed in my sweatpants, and I might really feel a moist spot already forming as I mindlessly thrust my very own hardness towards the within of Dawson’s sweatpants.

“What’s the matter, champ? You all labored up with nothing to fuck?” he taunted me as he slid his cock out of my mouth, pushing ahead in order that I used to be the one now on my again, eyes vast in shock,

Dawson’s heavy, bare kind held me down, his leaking cock leaving a sticky path down my stomach as he grabbed me by the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants.

“Dawson, please…” I begged, wanting to complete what I began. The style of his precum nonetheless lingered in my mouth, however I needed extra. I needed to make him come. I needed to really feel him and his thick cock bursting like a dam in my mouth. After which I needed to—

Dawson palmed my erection by way of my sweatpants, proper on my moist spot.

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