Fantasy and Putts - t.h. series [18+]

MFL Extra | Penthouse Blues *

"God, not that mouth," he says with a little moan, but immediately grasping your neck and bucking up to press the curve of his cock against your cheek. It lands and slides against the side of your nose, a little uncomfortable but you let him have it just the same. You let him rub himself on your face wherever he wants to go, only skewing away when he gets close to an eye, and he doesn't stop until you spread your lips and take his tip into your warm mouth. "Fuck. Fuck yeah."

Tom keeps spewing out moans and instigating curses, his hands now grabbing the sheets beneath him, his hips on the mattress, letting you move as you wish.

At first, you keep a hand on the bed and roll the other around him, sucking on the tip and using the foreskin to pump him to full size, but soon you place both palms on his thighs and start sucking in full force. Taking inch by inch, slow and tentative, pulling back for air once in a while even though that makes him hiss and grab your shoulder like he wants you to not move away.

You smile up at him every time he tries that, clicking your tongue against your teeth repeatedly to let him know that you're in control.

"Be a good boy for me, champ," you say at one point, rubbing his cock gently with a hand. "Stay still and let me do my fucking job."

First Tom laughs, then he tries to say, "yes, ma'am," but you take him fully into your mouth and all that comes out is garbled noise. You engulf him in a single motion downward, tip as far as you can take, nearly choking on his length. You keep it down there, sucking around him, cheeks in hollows, one hand now caressing his balls, the other on his belly to feel the tension in his muscles as he struggles to buck up into you.

"Fucking fuck, you're a fucking genius," he compliments, his nails scratching the back of your hand in his attempt to hold it. You smack him away and suck with more ardor so he'll stay fucking quiet.

Tom props his left foot on the mattress and you use an arm to wrap around his thigh, keeping it pressed against your ear as you bob your head up and down, sucking, moaning, making very obscene noises when the saliva starts drooling down his length.

Things get tighter when Tom grabs a hold of your head. He tries to force it down further, but you fight back just as hard and even bring a bit of teeth into play to show him who's boss tonight. Your tongue twists from side to side and your shoulders pull up until you're all sprawled on the bed next to his extended leg.

You drag his cock further and further into your mouth, inch by inch, until your nose presses against the little hairs on his lower belly, until the aroma of sweat and despair fills your senses and your taste buds. You pull back and Tom releases a loud breath of desire, hips lifting off the bed in seek of your touch, so you give it to him. Swallowing all of his cock again and staying put, with his tip leaking in the back of your throat and your tongue working him up until he twitches, gasps and says, "Gonna fucking come."

That's when you pull away completely.

"Moutherfucker!" he yells, body contorting from the drop of stimulation, cock twitching upwards to try and find solace in your mouth again.

Tom lifts his head from the pillow and sends you a really fucking angry look, one that shivers down your spine and makes you say, "You're welcome."

"You fucking..." he starts, but doesn't add any insult. Instead, he lays his forearms over his eyes, knee falling to the mattress in defeat, groaning so loud as his cock rests, all wet and pink and hard, on his belly.

"Hey."

At your call, Tom peeks from under his arms and you smile at him with your head tilted to the side. Obviously you're not going to leave him like this, but it was nice to play around with him.