Page 66 of Catching Kyle

“Please, sir,” I say.

He lowers his upper half, showing just how round his ass is. I devour it happily.

And then I yelp as he closes his mouth around my dick.

“You’re going to keep enjoying my ass,” he says. “And I’m going to swallow your cum. You understand? But only when I say you can.”

I murmur my assent, almost feral as I lap up his hairy hole.

And that’s when he sucks. His tongue swirls around my dick with an alacrity I didn’t think a star football player had. It’s just not something I imagined. He’s giving just as much attention with his tongue as he is the suction. That’s high-level blowjob stuff.

I’m so distracted by Kyle’s mouth on my dick that I have to stop licking and just take a breath. And that’s when I take in his sweaty stench and moan.

He stops. “That’s right,” he says. “No more licking. Just breathe in. I’ll tell you when you can lick.”

I take several quick breaths with my nose, trying to take in as much as his scent as I can. “Yes, sir,” I say. I can’t get enough.

When he adds his hand to the mix, I know I’m a goner. I moan loudly.

“Keep breathing me in,” he says. “I’m your air. You need me to live.”

“Yes, sir,” I say. I grab onto both of his cheeks and take him in. I swear I’ve fucking died and his cheeks are the gates of heaven.

“God, you’re such a man,” I say, unable to contain myself. And without thinking, I stick my tongue out.

“Ah,” he says, like an owner punishing a dog. “No licking.”

Remembering I can’t apologize, I comply by sniffing loudly.

“That’s a good boy,” he says.

I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve fantasized about this moment for years. And I have it. And it’s even better than I imagined.

And because we’re dating, we get to do this. Again. And again. And again.

“Lick it,” he commands.

And I do like a fucking dog as his tongue teases my dick.

“I can’t hold it longer,” I say.

He lets out the sexiest chuckle. “Then cum for me.”

I shoot my load into his mouth as I tongue his hole like my life depends on it. I make beastly noises as I release the rest of myself, my tongue bathing his hole. And once I’m all out, my head collapses onto the bed. And if there weren’t a nearly 300-pound man on me, I’d fall right asleep.

Kyle gets off me, stands up, and stretches his legs. Part of me panics. I’m so used to guys just leaving or completely changing their personality when the sex is over. Will Kyle walk back on everything he said? Make me drive home is this dark rain?

But then he turns back to the bed, lifts the covers, and shimmies himself inside. He then lifts the covers open. “Get over here,” he says.

Unable to hide my grin, I slide up until I’m pressed right against him, already cold from the blasting AC. He lowers the covers and wraps his huge, bear body around me, holding him tight against me.

He kisses me on the forehead. “That was amazing,” he says.

“So you liked it,” I say into his furry chest, loving the way it tickles my face.

He lets out a low grumble, vibrating my entire body. “I don’t know what you’re made of, Michael Cunningham, but it has to be divine. I didn’t know something could feel this good.”

I nuzzle into his pecs and kiss his warm skin. I said earlier that I’d get him hooked on me, making unable to stop wanting me. And I think I was successful, but maybe too much. Because now I think I’m hooked on him, too.