“You’re doing such a fucking good job, baby,” he moans as if he read my mind. He always does that. I moan around him, letting that name caress my insides and fill me up.

He lifts up one of his hands and grabs onto my hair. Careful not to pull me down, he threads his fingers through.

“This is such a fucking pretty sight to watch. You look so damn perfect with my dick in your mouth,” he praises.

My eyes roll to the back of my head with that. Shit, do I have a praise kink? It makes me feel all warm and it's like each praise is a direct stroke to my dick.

I moan as I search for some friction of my own. Leaning into the bed, I can’t help but rub myself against the sheets.

“I’ll never get tired of this.” His head rolls back as I quicken my pace.

Me either.

It's hard to take the whole dick in my mouth, but what I can’t fit, I stroke in my hand. He clearly likes that, and I twist my hand softly. My hand becomes wet from the drool pooling around my mouth and dripping down his shaft.

“Oh fuck,” he moans. I reach up with my other hand and rub his balls with my palm. “Jesus,” he cries out.

He sounds marvelous. The sounds of him, the taste, the feel. It's all so much.

“I want you so fucking bad. I’ve never wanted something so fucking bad,“ he moans.

Is that true? Holy shit…

I whimper at his words as a huge rush of sensation washes over me. I roll my hips into the mattress as he digs his hand into my hair even harder, which triggers my release.

“F-f-fuck,” he cries out, thrusting into my mouth. His dick goes farther back than before, making me gag, but I don’t mind. I want it all. I want it as deep as I can take it.

Suddenly, a rush of cum pulses into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. It barely tastes like anything at all and I quickly swallow it down. He moans at my throat tightening around him, and I marvel at the way his body moves under me as he repeatedly moans my name and other nonsensical words.

“Holy shit,” he pants, running his free hand through his hair and staring up at the ceiling. I finally slip my mouth off of him once I'm sure he's completely finished.

I rest my head on his thigh as we both catch our breath. He strokes my hair softly as we both come back down to Earth.

“Do you want me to-” he starts. I laugh, patting him on the inner side of his thigh.

“Nah, dude. I sort of…managed to myself,” I say, looking down at my mess all over the sheets under my stomach.

He chuckles, gripping my hair tightly with his fingers. “That’s uh…actually really fucking hot,” he admits.

I lift my head to look at him as a blush creeps up his neck and onto his face.