He tried to hold me to him, but I pulled myself away, went to my knees on the floor, opened his button, his zipper, tugged at jeans that only made it mid-thigh before I lowered my face to his brief-covered bulge and inhaled his scent—sex and desire, musk and man. “Fuck…Hutch. That’s it. Breathe me in. Suck on me.” “Make me,” I replied into his balls, and he pushed at the back of my head, holding me there while I smiled, then willingly licked at the wet spot from his precum. I wanted to earn the load in his balls, to coax it out of him, then swallow his cum down, before feeding him mine.
