Chapter 11

He keeps his solid rod inside me and flips me over, onto my back. I stare up at his sweat-slicked chest, the popped cords that line his neck, and muscular frame. Again, he bolts inside me, stops, pulls out, and bolts inside me. The man grits his teeth and shares a mind-numbing groan. In doing so, he reaches his right palm forward and wraps it around my shaft. Andy rotates my cock in a north and south motion, quickly, pleasuring me, willing me to reach my arduous orgasm.

“Shoot it,” he says, coaching above me, convincing me that it’s time for me to blow my load.

A quiver of excitement erupts through my epicenter as his hand motion becomes abrupt and unrelenting. I orgasm within seconds. I glide into his right fist and gasp for oxygen. A flood of rapture ripples from the bottom of my torso to its top. Now, a fitting release is felt. Spew spirals out of my dong and decorates his fist, my abs and pecs, and dots my lower lip, which I eventually consume, licking away.