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on him as he let go of Farfarello s thighs and grasped the base of his
cock, holding it steady as he tentatively sucked and licked the head.
Farfarello moaned encouragingly, and Logan risked a glance up.
Farfarello s fingers were clutching the armrest, and he was leaning back,
his pale cheeks flushed, his red eyes fixed on Logan s mouth.
Emboldened, Logan slipped lower, taking more of Farfarello s cock into
his mouth, trying to get used to the girth licking him all over, swiping
his tongue under and around it. His spit trickled down Farfarello s shaft
and onto his fingers, so Logan moved his hand, pumping where his mouth
couldn t reach. Farfarello seemed to like that his cock pulsed in
Logan s mouth and rewarded him with a drop of hot, salty liquid. Logan
licked it greedily, pulling back for a moment to swallow.
He paused to look at Farfarello s cock, glistening with his spit,
fisted him all the way to the top, feeling it slip easily in his fist. He
licked the flushed head, sucked on the tip, flicked it with his tongue. He
may not have been skilled, but he was enthusiastic, and that seemed to be
enough: Farfarello s eyes were half-lidded, his mouth parted as he
gasped heavily. His hand came to rest on Logan s head, twining in his
hair not to push him down, not trying to force him lower, but simply
holding on. Logan sucked harder, loving Farfarello s taste, loving how
he shifted his hips in small, hiccupping thrusts, pushing himself into
Logan s mouth. Logan worked him faster, hearing Farfarello s bitten-off
curses, wondering if he was getting close he wanted Farfarello to
come in his mouth, wanted to swallow everything he had to give. He
jerked him, titillating the slit with his tongue, ready
Farfarello s fingers tightened painfully in his hair and yanked him
back.  Wait, he gasped, sounding breathless, like he was barely holding
it together.  Wait, let me  He pushed Logan off, pried his hands away,
and Logan let him, too consumed with desire to object, even though his
mouth watered for Farfarello s cock. Anything Farfarello wanted,
anything at all, he would do it. A predatory hunger stirred in his stomach
as Farfarello turned around, kneeling on the broad armchair, offering his
muscular ass and the pale, scarred span of his back to Logan s eyes, his
white hair spilling everywhere. Farfarello craned his head to look at
him, reached back to part his buttocks, exposing himself to Logan s gaze.
 Come on, he said, low, voice rough.  Lick me. Make me good and wet
for you. I want to come while you fuck me.
Logan tore his shirt off, tossing it aside before nearly attacking
Farfarello, hungry and eager to please him. Oh, yes, he wanted to fuck
him. He wanted to sink into the devil s body and pound him through the
damn armchair. Wanted to fuck him so hard he d feel it for days, wanted
to make him scream his name.
He placed his hands on Farfarello s muscular ass and licked him,
right on his hole, without hesitation. He sank his tongue inside, slipping
it easily into the tight muscle. Farfarello s loud moan made him bold, his
musky taste made him greedy Logan started rimming him in earnest,
pushing his tongue back and forth, pulling out to lick wetly around
Farfarello s hole and scrape his teeth on the smooth skin of his buttocks
before plunging in again. Soon, Farfarello was pushing back against him,
moaning shamelessly. Logan followed his instinct fuck, he d never
done this before, not on chicks, not on a dude, let alone a fucking devil.
He pulled back, sucked two of his own fingers, wetting them thoroughly,
and pressed them against Farfarello s opening, massaging it in slow
circles. He pushed harder and watched in fascination as his fingers sank
into Farfarello s body, all the way to the knuckle. His reward was
instantaneous Farfarello stiffened and arched his neck, moaning loud,
tightening around Logan s fingers. The pale skin of his back was beaded
with sweat, his thighs shaking minutely. Watching Farfarello, a goddamn
devil from Hell, come undone on his fingers went straight to Logan s
head. He pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in, over and over,
fucking him slow and steady.
Farfarello gasped and moaned, hips stuttering, trying to push against
Logan s cock, which was hard, straining against the fabric of his jeans.
Fuck, he just wanted to sink inside the writhing body in front of him, feel
those tight, hot muscles around his cock. He shoved his fingers in harder
 Farfarello gasped and let his head fall forward, resting his forehead
on the armchair. Logan leaned in to lick around his fingers, slipping
lower to tongue Farfarello s balls, already drawn tight. When he suckled
gently on the delicate skin, shoving his fingers in to the knuckle,
Farfarello fucking broke.
 Son of a bitch, he gasped, turning his head sharply, reaching to
grab a handful of Logan s hair.  Fuck me, now. Or I swear to God I ll
make you regret the day you were born. He was flushed, all over, red
eyes flaring, his hair a mess, and heat shot straight to Logan s cock, so
intense it almost hurt.
He got up, dizzy, his head wrapped in electric spider threads,
reached with fumbling hands to open his jeans, grasp his boxers, pushed
them halfway down his thighs as Farfarello angled his hips, tilting his
ass up for him. Logan s hands were nearly shaking as he parted
Farfarello s buttocks again, exposing him, brushing his hole with his
thumb. Farfarello squirmed under his touch, but stilled abruptly when
Logan pushed the tip of his cock against his opening. His spit did the job
well enough and he breached Farfarello, sliding in inch by maddening
inch. Farfarello s body gripped him, so tight and hot Logan couldn t
repress a groan. Fuck. He couldn t have stopped now for the world. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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