Page 15 of MOM

"Do you still want it?"

He nods.

"How hard?"

He grins and licks my swollen head like it's a lollipop. "Face fuck me with everything you've got, big boy."

I don't right away.

I can't.

I'm frozen in place, my back pressed against the headboard, watching in awe and disbelief as my pretty, blond PR manager goes ham on my cock. There's a size component to it that just doesn't compute, even as I'm watching my swollen dick disappear down his magical throat. I'm so big, he's so tiny, and I've been treading so carefully around him, not wanting to hurt him.

But maybe I'm wrong.

Maybe Decker doesn't need to be treated so delicately. If I take him at his word, he definitely doesn't.

His head bobs up and down on my dick, and the gagging sound he makes when he takes all of me is the single hottestsound I've ever heard in my life.Clearly, he can handle what I've got.

So I decide to not hold back any longer. I twist my fingers into his curls, get a good grip, and sharply pull his head off my cock. His eyes are ablaze at the sudden movement, his lips are wet, and he's staring at my meat, whimpering like the greedy little cock whore it turns out he is.

With my free hand, I slap his face with my cock, smearing his cheeks with the wetness of his saliva and my precome. He opens his mouth greedily, and I push his head down onto my dick, shoving the entire length roughly down his throat. He lets out a strangled sound, drool sliding out the edges of his mouth and running down the length of my cock.

I drag him off me, pulling him by the hair, and check, "You okay? Is this okay?"

His mouth tilts into a half smile, and I think he's going to say something, but instead, he nods and…spits on my dick.

The dirty fucker.

I thwack his cheeks with my cock again then launch into an even more brutal face fucking. He wanted dirty talk, so I give it to him as I mercilessly drive my massive meat past his willing lips, all the way to the back of his hungry throat.

"Take that cock in that pretty mouth of yours."

"Yeah, gag for me, my little slut."

"Own that fucking cock. Show me how much you crave it."

The filthy words tumbling out of me spur him on, and I have no idea how he's keeping up with every rough shove I throw at him, but he does. I only stop when he's choking back tears.

Not giving him time to recover, I lean over, spin him around, and start making out with his pink hole, licking and spitting and slobbering all over it the way he did on my dick. I'm so fucking hard right now.

Then, a reality check.

My size.

Any visual benefits are always erased by the practical logistics of trying to cram an eggplant into a doughnut. I've never once been fully seated inside a guy, and even though Decker's deepthroating skills are top-notch, that doesn't automatically mean his hole will be able to accommodate me.

I pull a travel-sized bottle of lube I brought with me from the bedside drawer and get my finger slicked up.

"What are you doing?" Decker asks over his shoulder.

"Getting you ready," I reply, pressing my forefinger to his entrance.

He lowers onto his elbows, but he keeps his neck craned and his eyes on me. It's impossible to get a read on what he's thinking.

"Thank you," he whispers breathlessly.

"Of course."