It came out breathy. He didn't rush—licked along the length, base to tip, tracing every ridge and vein with deliberate strokes. His hand joined in, wrapping around the base, twisting slow as he took me deeper. No gag, no hesitation; he swallowed half my length easy, cheeks hollowing with suction.

It was my turn to moan, loud and unrestrained, head falling back. The room spun a bit, pleasure building fast. He bobbed his head, up and down, saliva coating me, dripping down to his knuckles. His free hand roamed—up my shirt, pinching a nipple, making me arch. 'Fuck, your mouth,' I groaned, hips bucking up. He hummed, vibrations shooting through...