《My turn (MxB)》4: edited
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"Mmm" I groan, shutting my eyes to keep the sun from off my face. I bring my left hand to pull the quilt back over my arms, and snuggle into the most comfy pillow ever, feeling extremely calm.
That is, however until the 'most comfy pillow ever' decides to chuckle. And with this, I'm jumping up and getting as far back as I can from whoever is in my-....tent? Where the fuck am I?
Who I now recognise as a man, quickly jumps up with me and lets out a low growl. "Mine.."
His eyes are piecing through my skin, leaving me no choice to argue as he seems to be calming himself down.
I rake my eyes up and down his body, gulping when I see his very, muscular build along with his sharp chin and his gorgeous red eyes. Wait what? Red..?
I look up just in time before he is on top of me, his tongue resting in between my collar bone and my left shoulder. His lips sucking delicately on a spot that makes me go mad. I can feel my body heat up, my down there standing and the area he sucks burning with passion.
He chuckles once again, bringing his hand to gently rest on my lower stomach, rubbing the area. I feel myself whimper, the pressure making me feel some type of way.
"Your so pretty..." he mutters, "and what a good boy you are, hmm? Do you want a treat?" I can hear the smirk laced into his tone, but nonetheless, I slowly nod my head.
"Words, my sweet little bello." My throat is suddenly dry, my mouth not conveying the words I so desperately want to say.
"P-please.."
I'm beyond embarrassed, my face growing the colour of a fiery red. "Good boy." He praises, pressing his thumb into the area beneath my belly button, before he slowly trails it downwards, and into my pants.
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I gasp as I realise what he meant by 'treat', my startled face surely being shown as he grips my 'member' before looking up to me. He reads my expression and quickly pauses, "Do you not want it, bello? I will never force you into anything."
I can tell he's speaking the truth, and blush before gulping. "I- I do.." My voice is weak and timid, but I know he understood my consent because he is quickly gripping my dick in his one hand, the bare contact making me let out a surprised moan. "Ahh!"
His hand grasps my tip, gently rubbing his thumb over the slit, my pre-cum now oozing out and all over his hand.
His fingers graze the head over and over, getting me closer to my release, before he pulls them away, and grips the base. Once his fingers are wrapped securely around me, he begins to pump at a very sudden and eye rolling speed. "Uh..mh..Ahh!"
My moans are rolling out of my tongue, my release becoming extremely close, I let out a moan louder than before, hauling my arms around his neck and holding on tight, my cum spurting out all over his hand and his top.
My breath is now shaky, as my body is trembling, trying to keep me away. I can feel the cold touch of wipes on my very over sensitive area before I'm being placed back into the bed I first woke up in.
I now have a lot of questions, but no energy. 'I'll get my answers tomorrow..'
And that is my last thought, until I'm falling back into my sleepy state, feeling the light kiss that is placed upon my forehead.
😅
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