Page 92 of Boys Who Taint

God, she’s too good to me, and I almost feel guilty for just lying here and letting her do this without telling her what I’ve witnessed.

Almost.

She spits in her hands and rubs them all over my length, and I drop my head back as she starts rotating and twisting the head. It feels so good to be in her hands, and I can barely keep the whimpers inside. So I put my hand over my mouth and quietly enjoy what she’s doing to me.

However, she leans forward, pulls my hand away, and whispers, “Moan for me like I moaned for you.”

Oh God.

Now she’s gone and done it.

A moan ripples through my entire body before leaving my lips, and my hard-on bobs up and down in her hands. I’ve wanted herto touch me for so long. I don’t think she knows just how badly I’ve craved this.

How many days have I spent fantasizing about this?

Three hundred, maybe more?

I’ve had my eyes on her ever since she first stepped foot on campus. I watched her every day of every week, talking with her friends, studying in the library, and chasing that goddamn demon Levi when she should’ve been chasing me instead.

I’m the only one who would crawl on his knees to get to her, the only one who would lay down his soul just for her to walk all over it.

But if I told her all this, she’d probably freak out and run away, so I’d rather not tell the truth at all. If that makes me a liar, then so be it. I’d rather be blessed by these amazing hands rolling down my shaft than be a good guy.

She spits on my length, and I groan with excitement when she lowers herself farther and begins to roll her tongue around the tip.

“What are you doing?” I murmur, nearly unable to control myself.

Another whimper escapes my lips at the feel of her mouth wrapping around my tip, and my God, I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything this good.

“Sucking your soul out of your body,” she muses, a proud smirk on her face before she goes to town.

Good God, if I’d known she could do this, I’d have seduced her a long time ago. The way her tongue rolls up and down and circlesthe tip is nothing short of magical. Pleasure ripples through my entire body, and I’m so embarrassed by how good it feels that I grab the pillow and bury my face in it.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” I mewl.

It’s too quick.

Too good.

She chuckles and takes me deep into her mouth, my cock throbbing with pre-cum as my pierced tip hits the back of her throat. She gags, but the sound only turns me on further, and I arch my back as she sucks me off, the impending orgasm too much to take.

Whimpering, I come undone inside her, coating her tongue with cum, and she gulps it all down like she enjoys how I taste.

God. What a woman.

She removes the pillow and smiles at me. “Are you hiding?” She snorts when she sees the blush on my face.

“It felt so good. I couldn’t help myself,” I reply.

She smiles and lies down on top of me, on top of my naked dick, and I can feel every inch of her body as it leans into me, those beautiful tits pressed into me, and fuck me … I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“Did you like it?” I ask.

“What? Of course I did,” she replies. “Why would you ask that?”

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “It seems like the thing one would ask.”

“The question is, did you?” She winks.