I swallowed more of him down my throat. He took that as a sign to push forward, thrusting into my mouth. He kept going, my fingers digging harder into his thigh. The sounds of my wet mouth gargling around his thick cock filled the room. He face-fucked me right there, balls pushing against my chin as his hands gripped either side of my head.

He took complete control, and I let him, my throat a pleasure tool for him, my body now his.

He pulled out. His cock shone under the bright light, dripping with my saliva. I rubbed my mouth, the back of my hand now soaked. I smiled up at him as I caught my breath. That wasn’t all I wanted to taste tonight, though.

“Bend over the couch,” I said, my turn to take the reins. He licked his lips, a smoldering glare in his eyes as he listened, bending over the back of the leather couch, hands on the seat and ass in the air.

I stood behind him and spat, the wet glob landing on his hole, sliding down over his taint. I thumbed it, spread it around his crack, and then I dove in headfirst. He responded with immediate moans of pleasure as I tongued him, rubbing up and down over his sensitive hole, burying my nose between his cheeks, his natural and intoxicating musk sending my senses into overdrive. His moans became louder, his grinding more powerful. He pushed back onto my face, giving more of himself to me.

Jake’s back dipped, and I could see the rivets where the muscles formed and rippled underneath his tanned back. His shoulders spasmed as I tongued his hole, eating his ass like it was a five-star buffet. Jake started to grunt, calling my name. It drove me wild, the fire in my veins burning hotter.

“Eat my ass just like that, fuck, Noah, oh fuck. Finger me.”

His words drifted back into moans as I slid my finger inside him. His velvet-soft walls gripped me, pulled me. I probed, pushing in deeper, rubbing against him. It was like pressing on a nuclear button, over and over again. His body squirmed on the couch.

My fiancé, my soon-to-be husband.

My soul mate.

I continued to work him with my finger, using another to stretch him open. It wasn’t long before he cried out for more of me. More than just my fingers.

I spat into my hand and stroked it over my stiff cock. It pulsed in my hand as I looked down at Jake’s ass. “Spread it open for me,” I told him, watching as he reached back and grabbed himself, opening himself for me. I lined my cock up with his hole, relishing in the moment just before penetration. That delicate moment right before the world turned upside down from the pleasure.