Dark eyes look up at me through his lashes. “Am I allowed to use my mouth on your balls, sir?” His voice is dripping with sex, and the fact that he just asked my permission has me almost coming on the spot.

Nodding once, I respond with, “You may.”

He throws me a sexy smirk before devouring my balls. Seriously, there’s no other way to describe it. The flat of his tongue slides across the whole sac, before he sucks one into his mouth, tongue swirling around, cheeks hollowed. My toes curl, head dropping back.

“Goddamn, baby,” I moan. The pleasure vibrating through me has me lightheaded.

Moaning loudly, he switches it up, sucking the other one into his mouth for a minute, before licking his way back up my cock. He places sweet kisses along the entire length, swiping his tongue over the bead of pre-cum dripping for him on the tip.

Once he’s got that licked up, smiling as he does, he takes me all the way back into his mouth. His throat constricts around my cock, and I fucking swear I see God. Before I even know what’s happening, my balls draw up as my cock pulses hot cum down his throat.

He swallows every drop, throat continuing to close around me. Tears are falling down his face, spit dribbling off his chin, but his hands never once unclasp behind his back. As soon as I finish, I pull out of his mouth, tugging my sweats back up.

“Go sit on top of my desk,” I instruct him.

He does as he’s told, cock hard as a rock, chest heaving with shallow breaths. He’s fucking beautiful. I kiss him as soon as I get in front of him, tasting myself on his tongue. Pulling back to look into his eyes, I weave my fingers through his hair.

“You were a good boy”

He says nothing, biting his lip to hide his growing smile.

“Do you want to come?”

“Please.”

My hand comes up to his face, and he immediately knows what to do, spitting into my palm. His hands are gripping the edge of the desk so hard, his knuckles turn white. Cash throws his head back, hissing through gritted teeth, when my hand closes around his length.

My slippery hand slides up and down easily, pre-cum mixing with his spit. “Look at me when I make you come, Bambi.”

His hooded eyes open, pupils eating his irises. “Yes, sir,” he moans, his body shuddering.

“Did you like sucking my cock?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did you like swallowing my cum?”

“Yes. Oh, God. I’m about to come.”

He got himself so close to coming just by pleasuring me, and if that doesn’t just excite the hell out of me. “Go on, then… come for me, Bambi.”