Page 50 of My Pucking Crush

Max

I ’m tingling and limp when Luca eloquently loosens the knot until my hands are free. He crashes his mouth on mine and I greedily submit to his kisses.

He leads me to a curved, blue velvet sofa. Except for the mask, I’m completely naked. It’s a glorious break from every second in my life when I’m center stage, in charge. When I’m responsible. This is what I need. To get lost in Luca’s demands. My control gloriously snaps, and I completely unravel, letting Luca fashion me into the man he wants in this moment.

Over the next two hours, Luca and I kiss, fondle each other, and watch others who use this club as a place to get off. I’m submitting to this community and being a positive participant.

Luca is right, I feel so accepted.

When I have him bent over on his knees and I’m fucking him, Luca’s mouth hangs open, as I watch him unravel.

The precum-saliva cocktail drips out of his ass while I keep thrusting. The wet slick mess hits my balls and next, I’m coming again. I pull out, my cum squirting with such force, it hits his shoulder blades. I swirl a thick finger through the dripping cum on his ass, and push it into his hole.

“Now put that mouth to work on me, my filthy boy,” he rasps.

Regaining my focus, I lay down and let him fuck my mouth while straddling me. “Sit on my face.”

All I smell is his skin and his arousal. He shoves his ready-to-burst dick back into my mouth, the ring tip bumping against my tonsils. I suck him so hard he cries out, and within seconds his warm salty cum hits the back of my throat. I want to swallow it all, but there’s so much, it ends up spilling out, making my mouth slick.

It’s so filthy and hot at the same time.

When he pulls out this time, he kisses me hard, his tongue tasting his cum.

“Good boy,” he mutters. “Such a good boy for your bodyguard.”