Chapter 35. That Gorgeous Boy Is After My Money: pt. 3

He could barely move. I yanked him up, spun him, shoved him to his knees again. His face was wrecked—eyes red, lips swollen, spit everywhere.

”Suck the taste of your own ass off me.”

He dove in like he was starving. Gagging, choking, drooling all over himself. I fucked his throat till he couldn’t breathe, till snot ran down his lip, till he was clawing at my thighs just to pull off for air.

I pulled out, slapped his face with my wet dick—left, right, left—smearing spit and precum all over his cheeks.

”Open.”

He did. I shoved back in and nutted straight down his throat, hips jerking, groaning loud and filthy. He swallowed what he could, the rest spilled out the sides, running down his neck with the water.

He coughed, wheezing, but I wasn’t done.

I dragged him up, bent him over the bench again, spread him wide. His hole was gaping, red, twitching.

”Still hungry?” I muttered.

He nodded frantically. “Please—need more—”

I pushed