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his teeth when Turner’s rock-hard abs came into view.
“Like what you see, brat?”
“You can spank me later for this, but you’re fucking gorgeous, sir.” Not bothering to wait for a response, he planted his hands on the wall on either side of Turner and pressed a kiss to the wildly beating pulse point in his neck. Replacing his lips with his tongue, he licked his way down Turner’s neck before dropping a soft bite against the hollow of his throat.
“Fucking delicious,” he murmured, moving lower to nibble and suck across Turner’s chest. He spent several moments licking and biting Turner’s nipples on his way to tracing his abs with his tongue. Reaching the waistband of Turner’s jeans, he sat back on his heels and looked up at Turner.
Turner was a mess. His eyes we’re so dark they were almost black and he was breathing so hard his nostrils were flared out. “What are you waiting for?” Turner panted.
“Your permission, sir.” His voice was husky with need.
“Cheeky bastard. Take off my fucking pants.”
Grinning at the desperation in Turner’s voice, Cannon tipped him a sexy wink. “Yes, sir.” Undoing the zipper with deliberate slowness, Cannon watched Turner’s erection come into view. He tugged the jeans partway down Turner’s hips and could see the large wet spot on his blue boxer briefs.
Cannon licked out at the sodden fabric, moaning in concert with Turner when he felt the head of Turner’s cock slide under his tongue. Not able to wait another minute, he jerked down Turner’s boxers, his cock bobbing against the dark fur of Turner’s stomach. “Please, sir,” Cannon begged.
“Please what?”
“Gag me with your cock.”
“That fucking mouth of yours, Cannon. Open for me and don’t close until I say.”
Licking his lips, Cannon stared at the pre-come about to drip off the tip of Turner’s cock. Not wanting to waste a drop, Cannon licked out to taste him. He gathered the dewy drop of nectar on his tongue and rolled it around his mouth. “More.” Cannon opened his mouth wide.
Turner didn’t know where he found the control not to shove his dick all the way down Cannon’s throat. Instead, he reached out for Cannon’s head to hold and still before brushing the head of his cock over Cannon’s pink tongue. His hips stuttered forward when Cannon moaned. “You like that, boy?” He left his cock sitting on Cannon’s tongue.
Cannon whined and braced his hands on Turner’s thighs, moving forward so Turner’s cock slid to the back of his throat until it gagged him. Staying put for a count to five, Cannon slowly backed off, leaving his mouth open like Turner asked.
“Fuck me, brat, that mouth. I knew it was good for more than talking.” He fucked himself into Cannon’s throat, watching his eyes start to water and his gag reflex kick in. “Go on, boy. Gag on my cock.”
Turner sank his hands into Cannon’s light brown hair and watched his boy giving him the blow job of a lifetime. One minute he was applying gentle section and the next he was lashing his shaft with his tongue. Cannon’s hand wandered down to play with Turner’s balls. He gave the sack a couple of soft tugs.
“Fuck, fuck! ” Turner cried out battling for another few ounces of control. He didn’t want the greatest head of his life to ever end. Focusing on Cannon’s face rather than his clever tongue he saw Cannon’s eyes were a deep mix of blue and green and filled with tears, some of which were spilling down his cheeks. Copious amounts of drool was soaking his chin and dripping to land on his bare chest. “Cannon, please,” he whimpered.
Swiping a finger through the drool on his chin, Cannon pressed his wet finger against Turner’s pucker and wiggled inside.
“Cannon!” Turner yelled, his cock erupting in his boy’s mouth. He held on tighter to Cannon’s head as the boy swallowed him dry, his clever finger pushing into his body.
Cannon kept his eyes locked with Turner’s as his cock
“Like what you see, brat?”
“You can spank me later for this, but you’re fucking gorgeous, sir.” Not bothering to wait for a response, he planted his hands on the wall on either side of Turner and pressed a kiss to the wildly beating pulse point in his neck. Replacing his lips with his tongue, he licked his way down Turner’s neck before dropping a soft bite against the hollow of his throat.
“Fucking delicious,” he murmured, moving lower to nibble and suck across Turner’s chest. He spent several moments licking and biting Turner’s nipples on his way to tracing his abs with his tongue. Reaching the waistband of Turner’s jeans, he sat back on his heels and looked up at Turner.
Turner was a mess. His eyes we’re so dark they were almost black and he was breathing so hard his nostrils were flared out. “What are you waiting for?” Turner panted.
“Your permission, sir.” His voice was husky with need.
“Cheeky bastard. Take off my fucking pants.”
Grinning at the desperation in Turner’s voice, Cannon tipped him a sexy wink. “Yes, sir.” Undoing the zipper with deliberate slowness, Cannon watched Turner’s erection come into view. He tugged the jeans partway down Turner’s hips and could see the large wet spot on his blue boxer briefs.
Cannon licked out at the sodden fabric, moaning in concert with Turner when he felt the head of Turner’s cock slide under his tongue. Not able to wait another minute, he jerked down Turner’s boxers, his cock bobbing against the dark fur of Turner’s stomach. “Please, sir,” Cannon begged.
“Please what?”
“Gag me with your cock.”
“That fucking mouth of yours, Cannon. Open for me and don’t close until I say.”
Licking his lips, Cannon stared at the pre-come about to drip off the tip of Turner’s cock. Not wanting to waste a drop, Cannon licked out to taste him. He gathered the dewy drop of nectar on his tongue and rolled it around his mouth. “More.” Cannon opened his mouth wide.
Turner didn’t know where he found the control not to shove his dick all the way down Cannon’s throat. Instead, he reached out for Cannon’s head to hold and still before brushing the head of his cock over Cannon’s pink tongue. His hips stuttered forward when Cannon moaned. “You like that, boy?” He left his cock sitting on Cannon’s tongue.
Cannon whined and braced his hands on Turner’s thighs, moving forward so Turner’s cock slid to the back of his throat until it gagged him. Staying put for a count to five, Cannon slowly backed off, leaving his mouth open like Turner asked.
“Fuck me, brat, that mouth. I knew it was good for more than talking.” He fucked himself into Cannon’s throat, watching his eyes start to water and his gag reflex kick in. “Go on, boy. Gag on my cock.”
Turner sank his hands into Cannon’s light brown hair and watched his boy giving him the blow job of a lifetime. One minute he was applying gentle section and the next he was lashing his shaft with his tongue. Cannon’s hand wandered down to play with Turner’s balls. He gave the sack a couple of soft tugs.
“Fuck, fuck! ” Turner cried out battling for another few ounces of control. He didn’t want the greatest head of his life to ever end. Focusing on Cannon’s face rather than his clever tongue he saw Cannon’s eyes were a deep mix of blue and green and filled with tears, some of which were spilling down his cheeks. Copious amounts of drool was soaking his chin and dripping to land on his bare chest. “Cannon, please,” he whimpered.
Swiping a finger through the drool on his chin, Cannon pressed his wet finger against Turner’s pucker and wiggled inside.
“Cannon!” Turner yelled, his cock erupting in his boy’s mouth. He held on tighter to Cannon’s head as the boy swallowed him dry, his clever finger pushing into his body.
Cannon kept his eyes locked with Turner’s as his cock
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