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A look that was a cross between determination and lust filtered over his features as he raked his gaze over my body.

“You’re so hot.” He dragged his hands down my chest and stomach, catching the waistband of my briefs. Fluidly, he pulled them down, releasing my cock.

It swung up and slapped me in the stomach with an audible thwack.

Hayden’s eyes were glued to my dick, his gaze hungry.

“Do it.” I bumped my hips up. “I’m yours.”

With the zeal of someone digging into their favorite treat, he swallowed my length until I was pressing down his throat.

“Fuck, Hayden.” I groaned and fought the urge to thrust up into his mouth. This was his show.

He moaned and deliberately swallowed around my cockhead.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that.”

He moved over me. The vibrations from the continuous stream of his moans paired perfectly with the tight suction of his mouth, and I babbled nonsensically to him as he brought me closer and closer to my release.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Just like that. Your mouth is perfect. You’re perfect. Fuck. So goddamn good.” I locked my hips, hoping to stave off my orgasm. I wasn’t ready for it to end, but I didn’t want to finish before I got inside him.

He massaged my balls in time with the long draws he was pulling on my dick. Then he did that thing with his tongue that never failed to make me see stars. “Fuck. Too much, baby. Don’t wanna come yet.”

He popped off me, his lips shiny and red and his eyes sparkling. “Good?” he asked innocently and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

I huffed out a laugh, grateful for the break because I was still teetering on the edge. “Oh yeah.”

He grinned, pride shining in his eyes, and leaned down.

I let him kiss me, soaking up every moment as he sipped at my lips. The slow and languid pace was the perfect counterbalance for how intense that blow job had been, and I relaxed under him.

Slowly, our kisses picked up, and I was ready for my turn to make him feel good. “Take your dick out and fuck my mouth.”

He sat up and stared down at me. “You want me to?”

I nodded.

It wasn’t the first time I’d asked for this. I’d learned I was as much of a fan of giving as I was receiving when it came to face-fucking.

His eyes went molten, his expression hungry and a little primal.

My stomach and chest fluttered with anticipation. He shoved his sweats down so they rested under his ass.

His perfect cock, hard and long and slick with precum, slapped against my chest.

“You want it?” He gripped himself by the base.

“Give it to me.”

He moved up my body and straddled my chest.

“Use the headboard,” I suggested when he paused, his free hand in the air like he wasn’t sure where what to do with it.

“Yeah, okay.” He gripped the wood and fed his cock into my waiting mouth.

I closed my lips around him and sucked. His taste filled my senses. I moaned and swallowed.

“Fuck.” He shivered and punched his hips forward, driving his dick down my throat.