On my knees in front of Jude, I sucked his cock. I greedily serviced him. I loved it. His smell. His taste. The long thick stretch of his dick plunging in and out of my mouth.
It was seedy. Vulgar. Dirty. All the things I’d never been before, and it was … liberating.
I let my saliva swill all over his huge cock because I knew he liked it sloppy. But that was as far as my concessions went. This was my time.
“You look so hot, there on your knees, your face stuffed full of my cock.” His coarse words drifted down to me, and his hands—such big hands—cradled the sides of my head.
I moaned at his crude praise, but I wanted to make him unable to speak altogether. Unable to think of anything but coming down my throat.
Pulling off him, I let his cock snap up to his incredible abs. Then I licked all around the thick base, mouthing him, kissing him where his male scent was the strongest. His tight black curls tickled my nose, and I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply.
My hands caressed along his deep pelvic grooves then across to the rod of his flesh I anchored down so I could continue my wet kisses all over the thick slick shaft. When I reached the purplish cap, I hummed as I lapped another drop of preejaculate onto my thirsty tongue. Then I drove my head up and down, just slightly, taking more of his cock inside with each pass.
Jude’s body was phenomenal, the only blemish on his huge frame a long scar on one knee. I’d never had my hands on so many big smooth muscles. And the slight mat of black fur on his chest . . . well, there was just no way I’d ever mistake him for a boy again.
Jude was a man, all man.
And the most magnificent part of him? His cock. The thick cylinder of flesh was hefty, heavy, covered in a network of veins that pulsed angrily the more I sucked him. The broad head seeped more precum than I’d ever encountered, a tasty snack.
I giggled wetly, popping him out of my mouth.
I loved how he started drawling when he was extremely turned on. Loved how his beautiful blue eyes flashed darkly. Loved how his face became harsh in the low evening light of the room.
He levered his cock away from my mouth, but that was okay, I’d just go after his balls.
Which I did, pursing my lips around one meaty testicle while mumbling, “Nothing funny at all. I love your cock. Love your taste. Love your smell, Jude.”
A breath hissed between his teeth as I worshipped his full sac. The two orbs were heavy, virile with cum. I gave him a lustful wet ball bath, my head wedged between his brawny thighs. I stroked him at the same time, twisting my palm over the slick head every so often. That always made him flinch and twist and groan my name. What he thought was my name anyway. And at those times I wished I’d told him the truth just so I could hear his dirty praise directed at me, Cady.
“Goddammit, Catherine. Gotta fuck your face now. Lemme fuck your face.” His words swirled together in a rough combination.
I grew even hotter, slicker between my thighs, and my drool dribbled down to my swaying breasts.
I looked up at him and nodded.