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LAURA

He jerked up from the bed when I took him into my mouth, and I pushed him back down, pressing my palm flat against his stomach. It quivered under my hand, a testament to the fact that he loved what I was doing to him. That his grip on control was slipping fast and right through his fingers and there was nothing he could do about it, but watch as I wrecked him.

Letting him out of my mouth, I dragged my tongue along the side of him, tonguing those thick, prominent veins that ran down his length.

“Fuck,” he breathed as his head fell back on the bed.

I dragged the hand on his stomach slowly downward, scratching him lightly with my nails and moaning when he shivered. Cupping his sac in my palm, I massaged them, squeezing lightly then releasing as I worked his cock. I bobbed my head up and down on him in quick successions, then slipped him out until it was remaining just the tip, before I tightened my lips around him and sucked.

My name was a steady cry on his lips at this point, a