I Want It

I want it. I want it. I can feel it.

I want it.

One of my hands was still stroking his cock when the other slid down to fondle his balls. That's about the time I realized just how heavy they were, how absolutely filled to the brim.

I'd gotten tastes of his precum. Bitter and aggressively salty, it was easily the worst that I'd ever tasted but it did have one thing going for it.

There was a lot of it.

There was a lot of precum and more still coming. In fact each time I stopped sucking on the head and watched a bead would form and then run like a river down the side of his shaft and it was all I could do to resist diving in to lap it up. It never made it more than a quarter of the length before I broke.

He didn't taste good but I'd skipped breakfast I guess. I was hungry for it and when I felt how heavy his balls were a part of me just needed to get as close to his load as I could.

So both hands on his cock now. Both hands stroking him up and twisting around him and my mouth sliding down as he parted his legs even more and chuckled at me.

Glancing up I see him nod, urging me onward.

My mouth parts and I pull him in. First one ball and then the other, gently applying suction as my tongue rolls against it.

God I swear I can feel the fullness of his seed, can feel his balls aching for release.

I don't let my contact with his body stop as I let that ball fall out and slide over to the other. Tongue wide and flat I push it in and take my time, moaning low and lewd as I slide over and close over the second of his balls.

My hands keep on stroking him, slowly but steadily increasing in speed. I fixate on finding a pattern, teasing around and squeezing at the head of him. Twisting and finding the best trail, the one that makes him need.

My fingers are sticky with his precum. It coats my hands and I pull them down and slide my tongue up, lapping it off my skin.

Like always he does not taste good but he tastes strong, he tastes strongly and the taste of him lingers when I return to his balls and moaningly suckle and savor them.

And I build and I build with my need. Until I'm panting and eager and my hands are a blinding blur and my eyes go glassy from the need that is in me. Until I'm mumbling senseless confessions against his balls and my begging refrains to get what I need scribe a tattoo against his skin.

I need him to fill my mouth. I need to know if my suspicion that his cum is even more potent than his precum is true. I need to know if he's so full that he'll fill my belly, distend me and make it so that I feel like I'm **** when I desperately swallow every last drop.

I swear I won't let any go to waste.

So give it to me. Give me that seed. Give me that fucking cum and coat me with it. Make me swallow it. Make me take it.

Because I fucking need and I fucking want it and I'm ****, panting for it and leaving his balls so I can suckle at the tip of his cock once more and purse my lips against his head, slurping up every last drop as it blossoms and blooms against his thick warm head.

And when I hear him chuckle at me I don't give a damn anymore. I know what's coming and I know that I could deny it but he won't believe me and I don't care.

I'm done fighting. I want it all.

The lust. The love. The humiliation.

The cum.

I need it.

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