His Saint (Forever Wilde 5)

He groaned and threw an arm over his face, punching his hips up again until his wet cock was nudging my chin. I took it back into my mouth and down my throat, tamping down my gag reflex as much as I could and humming around his length.

The sounds coming out of his mouth were garbled and incoherent. My tongue traveled down past the wrinkled skin of his sac to the tight flat strip below. I pressed against it with my tongue before continuing down to his tiny pink hole.

Fuck, I wanted in that hole. It was calling to me, and the idea it had never taken a cock before had me harder than I’d ever been. I reached my tongue out to tease it lightly, and Augie shouted.

“Oh god, oh god!”

I couldn’t help but smile before stiffening my tongue to poke inside a little. His opening was so small, I knew it would take lots of time and attention to get him ready for me. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him.

“What are you—?” he gasped. “That feels… oh my god.”

Augie’s entire body was pulsing with need, and his cock continued to leak clear fluid all over the hair leading to his navel. The man was beautifully responsive to everything I did to him, and it encouraged me to keep trying different things.

I reached my hand up to stick my index finger in his mouth.

“Get it wet,” I demanded. “Very wet.”

He did as I said, rolling my finger around with his tongue until it was coated in saliva. I brought it back down to his hole and began alternating finger and tongue until he was looser and babbling. Once I’d opened the lube and introduced more than one finger, his erection had begun to flag.

“It’s okay,” I whispered in his ear after climbing back up his body. “Stop me anytime, sweetheart.”

His wide eyes locked on mine. “I trust you.”

I pressed my mouth down on his and kissed him deeply, feeling his tongue come out tentatively in search of forbidden flavors. I rewarded him by running the tip of my tongue over his lips and then pulling his bottom lip into my mouth and sucking hard until he groaned.

By the time I pulled back from the kiss, his dick was hard again, and I decided if I waited any longer to enter him, I wouldn’t be able to do it gently.

After grabbing a condom and lube packet and suiting up, I returned to the bed and pushed his knees up toward his shoulders, opening him up in the very best way. My cock head brushed his hole, and I saw him clench tightly. I leaned back down to murmur in his ear.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Deep breath. Open for me. That’s it… Let me in, Augie. I want to be inside you.”

He threw his head back with a gasp as I breached him, exposing the long column of his throat above the chain he wore, and I took the opportunity to latch my mouth on that creamy skin and suck. I kept the pulses of my hips shallow while his body got used to the invasion. His face was flushed and tight, so I whispered more words of reassurance in his ears to relax him.

When he seemed to finally be more comfortable, he let out a long groan before clutching his fingers into the skin of my shoulders. “God, your cock is fucking enormous,” he muttered. “How do you walk around with that thing—oh my fucking god, do that again!”

I must have brushed his prostate because his eyes flew open, and he stared wide-eyed at me.

“Again, Saint,” he begged. “Please.”

I kept the same angle and thrust again. And again, and again, until all that was left of him was wide eyes and short breaths interspersed with whimpers.

Something about introducing him to that kind of pleasure was intoxicating, and I wanted to keep stroking into him forever. But his channel was so hot and so tight, I couldn’t last one more minute. My hand grasped his cock and jacked it to the rhythm of my thrusts until both of us were shouting each other’s names and coming at the same time.

My dick was clamped in a vise as it pulsed inside of the condom, and Augie’s entire abdomen was coated in spurts of fluid as aftershocks kept hitting him one after the other. I noticed his legs were wrapped around my back and crossed at the ankles to keep me from leaving him.

Fine by me. I leaned down to press small kisses on his cheeks and neck and ears while he caught his breath. I felt his body relax around mine until he seemed to sink into the mattress in a daze.

Finally I pulled out of him and strode to the bathroom, coming back after a moment with a damp towel for him. He was almost asleep and gazing at me through half-closed eyes and a goofy grin.