I craved the taste of his cock on my tongue, the salty sweetness of pre-cum teasing me as I watched him sprawl across the bed, feet propped up like a porn star’s pose. My friend, a tall drink of water with a dick that begged to be sucked, had no idea what was about to transpire.
I stripped off my clothes, eager to get down to business, and climbed onto the bed beside him. His eyes, already glazed with desire, locked onto mine as I reached out to wrap my hand around his cock. The smoothness of his skin beneath my palm sent a shiver through me.
“Give me that blow,” he rasped, voice hoarse from anticipation, his gaze burning with an unspoken plea for me to take him deep into my throat.
I leaned in, the tip of his dick brushing against my lips as I opened wide. His cock slid into my mouth, and I felt myself melting around its girth. My tongue danced along the ridges of his penis, savoring every inch as I sucked him hard and fast.
He was a willing participant, bucking his hips to meet each thrust of my head, our gazes locked in a fierce connection that spoke volumes about our desire for each other. His cock grew harder still, pulsating with the promise of impending orgasm.
With one final suck, he exploded on my tongue, and I swallowed every last drop, relishing the taste of his cum as it mingled with his precum. His eyes fluttered closed, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. In that moment, I knew I’d made him cum in my mouth, just as I’d always wanted. The rush of satisfaction was all mine to savor, and I lingered there, basking in the glow of our raw, unbridled passion.
