Your left hand slinks down to cup his balls, and when you bob down deeper, you grasp them. He tenses his thighs under your grasp and closes his eyes in pleasure. Sal’s chest rises and falls dramatically, breathy sighs and soft moans escaping from his lips as he struggles to not buck his hips into your warm mouth. You move one of your hands back to his thigh and lovingly caress him as you move your head further down, tongue caressing his cock and rubbing against him almost as if you were trying to map out how his veins feel while being swallowed whole.
Not wanting to waste another moment, you bring your lips to the head of his cock and spread them over, tongue darting out of your mouth to swirl around his tip and taste the beads of precum that had bubbled up in the moments you spent getting your good boy to speak. Reader,” he pleads longingly, his body yearning for your touch.
He bites back a groan of burning lust and opens his pretty mouth. Sal nods, unable to hide how wanton he is for you and your touch. “You’ve been really, really good recently,” you continue, “and so well behaved,” you ramble off. “That’s a good boy,” you murmur lovingly before finally turning your mouth to his cock, lips just seconds from pressing against him. You smile and move your upper hand from the head of his cock. “I’m sorry,” he apologies as he melts into the bed sheets, fists still balled as he displaces the once well made bed. “And eye contact?” You continue in that same sickly sweet tone. Sal narrows his eyes, a thick heat spread over his cheeks as he averts his gaze. “Ah, ah, ah, what did we say about bucking?” You coo. Your lips curl upwards into a devilish smile as he bucks his hips into your hand, desperate for friction. You pump him a little faster and apply pressure where you know he’ll appreciate it most. His chest is rising and falling deeply, body trembling under your touch.
Sal grips the bed sheets as your other hand slyly moves up from his thigh to slowly pump him. “Aren’t you sweet?” You rhetorically ask, still lazily rubbing your thumb over the head of his blushing cock. You spread the creamy liquid over his tip, humming as you do so. He gasps softly under you when you run your thumb over his tip, pleased to see the pearl of precum smooshing under your touch. He watches as you lick your lips, your breath moving from his thighs to his shaft. He sharply exhales when your soft hand curls around his waiting cock, fingers tracing the protruding veins. Your eyes are focused on the way his cock twitches under the dim red-light of your room. Your warm breath fans over Sal’s thighs as you inch your fingers upwards from his knees to his inner leg.
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