Let yourself cum

After being denied your release for so long, you can't hold back any longer. Grabbing his hips, you lift your ass off the bed, thrusting up into his hot, needy hole as your balls draw up and you eject your load in one thick spurt after another, satisfying waves of pleasure shuddering through you as you fill him with your creamy spunk.

Breathless and trembling, you give him a sheepish look as he climbs off your softening cock. "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

"That's okay," he says. "We have until sunrise. Maybe we can try again after we nap."

"I'd like that," you say, but as he settles down beside you, you can't help but feel like you let him down. You should have tried harder. He is a kind, sweet man, and you failed to help him when he needed you. "Can I ask you a question about your injury?"

"Sure," he answers.

"Your scars...can you feel anything through them?"

"A little," he says. "Especially around the piss hole. That's extremely sensitive. One time, I was--Whoa, what are you doing?" he asks as you shift further down the bed and crawl between his legs.

"I wanted to try something," you say, moistening your lips.

"That's sweet of you, but you don't want to be down there," he says. "It's all scarred and ugly."

"That doesn't bother me," you tell him. "Now, just relax and think about how good it will feel to cum in my mouth." A shudder of pleasure rolls through him, and you see a drop of glistening precum well up from the opening in the mutilated base of his cock. Gently, your bow your head and press your lips to his scarred root, placing a soft kiss on the remains of his manhood.

Your lips part and your tongue slides over the rough, bumpy skin. He tastes like sweat and sex and musk, making your pussy ache, but this isn't about you. This is about him and what he needs, and right now, he needs to be worshipped and adored, he needs to know that he's still man, even without his cock, he needs to feel pleasure without shame or doubt. He needs to cum.

You lick the opening to his urethra, making his legs shift restlessly. "Oh, fuck, that feels so good," Lance moans. You alternate between teasing his scarred opening and bathing his balls, caressing each of the firm globes with your velvet soft lips. You can tell from his gasps and **** whimpers that he's getting close, so you gently slide two fingers deep into his ass and feel for his prostate. You know you found it when his moans rise in pitch and volume, his ass clenching around your fingers.

Sealing your muzzle over his scarred root, you run the tip of your tongue in tight circles around his opening as you suck on his mangled flesh. With a hoarse shout, his hips buck and you feel the flood of warm cum in your mouth. Swallowing his creamy load, you suck harder, trying to empty his balls as you thrust your fingers against his prostate over and over. He cries out again, shaking and trembling beneath you as the ecstasy thunders through him.

When his final shudders fade, you ease your fingers out of him and lick you lips, making sure you didn't spill a drop. Crawling back up beside him, he takes you into his arms and holds you close. You can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath ragged against your cheek.

"You're amazing," he says softly, his hands gliding slowly over your striped hide as he draws you closer. "When you are free of this place, I was wondering if you might want to marry me?"