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I wrapped my fist around his cock at the base and stroked him lightly, and then put my mouth around the head. Bobbed shallowly while pumping my fist around the base.

“Like that?” I asked, glancing up at him.

“Fuck. Yeah, Fancy. Just like that.”

So I kept doing that. Short, quick strokes around the base, my fist touching my mouth as I plunged him into my mouth. He groaned, and his hands went to my shoulders. He clutched me briefly, and then his fingers drifted up to the back of my neck, brushing against my nape. If he grabbed my head and started shoving me onto his cock, this would be over before it really started because I don’t play that game—but I didn’t say that. I just kept doing what he said he liked, using my hands and my mouth. Twist my fist around him and bob my mouth on his cock, faster and faster. This was nice, too. Didn’t have to try to avoid gagging, but still got to taste his cockandfeel him in my hand.

More, and more.

He was sighing and groaning, and his hips were flexing, fluttering.

“Goddamn.” He hissed this, teeth clenched. “Don’t stop.”

“Mmm-mmmm,” I hummed a negative, and he twitched at the vibrations.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he grunted, his hand cupping my nape, now.

I knelt a little lower, tilted him away from his body, and looked up at him from under my eyelashes. “Mmm-hmmm?”

“Fuck, Temple. You hum like that again, I’m not gonna have a chance to warn you. I’ll just blow down your throat.”

Which was an intriguing idea—more because of the thought of a man like Duke losing control than because I was, like, super excited for an unexpected load of cum down my throat. I increased the pace of my twisting, plunging, stroking fist, and started moving my mouth on him faster. I even took him a little deeper.

He groaned, and his grip on my neck tightened, but he still didn’t try to push me onto him.

Smart guy.

A man brought as close to the edge of orgasm as I had Duke in that moment, though…he’d do anything to come. He had no control over his faculties. Yet even like this, Duke was holding back. Not really gripping me as hard as I suspected he could, with those huge, powerful hands. And he wasn’t fucking. He was a monster of a man, and I suspected he possessed a libido to match. He liked tofuck. But he was holding back.

I kind of liked that. Yet…I wanted to be able to make him lose control. Like, completely. I was a little scared of what he’d do, but I was curious just as much.

So…time to up the ante.

Both hands around his cock, twisting, sliding down and gliding up, spreading my saliva around, I hummed, and it was a hum of my own pleasure. Erotic, a deep, breathy moan. A little faked, sure, because I wasn’t getting any sexual enjoyment from this, but Iwasenjoying his reactions. The way he flexed his hips to get deeper, the way his jaw flexed and released, and a long low groan escaped him. The way his hands buried into my hair and gripped tightly, as if fighting the urge to pull me toward him.

Another hum, and his entire body twitched.

“Fuck!” he grunted. “Temple, I—oh…fuck.”

And that was it. I felt him tense, felt his cock throb.

I fucked him with my mouth, then. Held onto his dick with both hands, tilting it toward my face, and started bobbing hard and fast, not thinking about how deep I took him, just fucking him with my lips as quickly as I was could. I felt him at the back of my throat, and my moan turned to an almost-gag, and then his fingers in my hair jerked twice.

“Temple, goddamn Temple—I’m—oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.”

I’m not a swallower. I never swallowed Lane’s cum; the few times I did blow him I’d go down on him until he got close to coming, and then we’d fuck. I never blew him to orgasm. When I went down on Trent, he came into my hands, which was…messy, but better than taking it down my throat, I’d figured at the time. So, even though I’ve given BJs before, I’ve never swallowed. I don’t really know what cum tastes like, TBH.

I was about to find out.

Duke came with a shouted “FUCK!” so loud I was pretty sure they heard it across town. His cock throbbed between my lips, and then I felt something wet and hot and salty hit the back of my throat. A surprised hum left me, and then I had to either swallow or choke, so I swallowed. It was thick and viscous, sliding warm down my throat. Salty, musky, a little tang and a hint of sweetness. Another spurt of cum filled my mouth, and this time I was ready for it. It pooled in my mouth, coated my tongue, and the taste of his cum was strong, potent, but not necessarily unpleasant. I swallowed again while glancing up at him, and discovered his eyes open, watching me. I went down on him once more, taking his cock to the back of my throat and then backed away, opened my mouth so the head of his dick sat on my tongue, and he twitched against my tongue and his abs flexed and his jaw clenched, and he curled forward over himself as he shot one last stream of cum onto my tongue. I grinned up at him, feeling satisfied with my performance, enjoying how spent he was, how rocked he looked. I stuck my tongue out, showing him his own cum. And then I swallowed it.

Duke stood over me, gasping, chest heaving. “Holy motherfucking hell, Fancy,” he said, reaching down to lift me to my feet. “That was…”

I gave him a coy look. “It was what?”

He wiped his thumb across my lips. “The hottest blow job I’ve ever gotten.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Bullshit.”