Page 21 of Breaking Vincent

He sits further up on his knees and swallows my length right down his throat. His masked nose pressing right against the bottom of my stomach.

I let go of his hair and place both hands against the side of his head, pulling his skull further into my hips. Silently counting to five in my head, before I let him pull back.

He sucks in a lungful of air as he stares into my eyes. For a few short moments I worry I’ve gone too far. Until he licks his lips and nods his head.

“Again.”

I grin down at him as I grab hold of his head and slam my cock back between his lips.

He retches as I silently count.1, 2, 3, 4, 5and release. He pulls back and coughs a couple of times, before offering his mouth again.

I take full advantage and continue to fuck that wet warm hole.

This goes on for minutes and I’m loving every second of it. The way he swallows me down so deeply, the way his tongue flicks my slit whenever I pull out.

He’s hungry for it.

Chapter 9 -

Vincent

Holy fucking shit.I almost squealed when I first spotted David standing in reception. What are the chances that the man who I’ve been pissing off would be working at a kink club, and this one to be specific?

I was shocked when I spotted him at the supermarket last night and now here he is again, it must be a sign from the Lord above. It’s fate that keeps bringing us together and now I get to fuck with him however I want, because he doesn’t know it’s me.

When he said my online name, it was difficult to not blurt out the secret, but doing it this way is so much more fun.

The shirtless pic from his profile seriously doesn’t do him enough justice. He's gorgeous in the flesh. All short, dark and handsome. His nose is strong and straight, and his jaw is nicely chiselled with a sprinkling of short brown hair. The thing that stands out most is his eyes. I’ve seen them before, but unlike last time he wasn’t aiming the lustful glare at me like he is now.

If this was happening with anybody else, I would be bored by now.And I know not telling him probably makes me the bad guy, but even if the club was on fire, it couldn’t force me to let go of the heavy cock in my mouth.

The skull fucking has been happening for a while and my jaw is killing me, but I don’t dare pull away.

Luckily, his cock begins to pulse in my mouth. A few seconds later he rips himself away from my lips and paints my mask in hot ropes of cum.

Usually, I would shut my eyes when receiving a facial, but I don’t want to miss a single moment of this. So, I squint my eyes and hope I don’t get pink eye or something.

His orgasm lasts for ages and I’m kinda jealous. But as soon as he’s finished, I scramble to stand up. He pushes me back down with a solid hand on my shoulder. “Did I say you could move?”

I slink back down to the floor and look up at him. I wrap my hand around my length and give it a hard squeeze.

He watches me with a smirk on his face, “Want some help with that?”

I nod my head so fast, the buzz making my brain feel too big in my head.

He watches me for a few seconds, a thoughtful look on his face. Finally, he lifts his foot and says, “Unfasten and take off my shoe.”

Confused for a moment, but I do as he says. It only takes a few seconds to untie his laces and slip the black boot off his foot. Like the rest of his outfit, his socks are black.

He twists his foot this way and that way, before he asks, “What do you think about feet?”

Uh, what?

I shrug my shoulders, “I’m not sure? I don’t love them or hate them.”

He smirks again. “Perfect. Take my sock off, will you? I wouldn’t want you to get a friction burn.”

Oh.