Page 50 of Purrfectly Haunted

“You enjoy bottoming?”

Ewan nods again. “I... prefer it...” he admits.

“Good. I prefer to be on top.”

Again, he lets out a relieved sigh. Adorable.

“We’re making progress,” I say. “I’ll torture you with my questions just a moment longer, then we can start having fun. You like being on your knees.” This is a statement, but I need him to confirm it.

He nods.

“Do you enjoy sucking dick?”

Fast nodding.

“Can I be a little forceful with you? Push you to your limits? I promise I won’t hurt you, and I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of it.”

He drops his forehead on my shoulder and whispers, “Yes... please...”

Oh my sweet, sweet giant. You don’t know what you've unleashed. “I want to cover you in cum. Is that okay for you?”

He inhales sharply and nods against my neck. “Aye...”

“Then get on your knees, Ewan.”

His large body uncoils and his flush creeps down his throat and chest. I step away from him, just enough to give him space, and notice with delight the massive tent at his front. He really likes it when I order him around. His overalls are falling loosely around his hips, revealing the top of his black boxer briefs. I want to lick the skin around the waistband.

Ewan drops to his knees. He’s so tall, his face reaches my navel and for some reason that’s even more of a turn on.

I step away and pull my ripped t-shirt up. I bite the fabric to hold it, then trail a hand over my abs for a moment. I know I have a nice body, I practiced MMA growing up, and I’ve kept the habit of working out a few mornings a week, just to shake off my restless energy. I’m not as beefy as Ewan, but I’m lean and mean, and he seems to like it, if the shine in his eyes is any indicator.

My overalls are tied around my waist, and I push them down, revealing my erection. Ewan bites his plump lower lip as my cock springs free. I might not be very tall, but I’m well endowed for my size. I take my shirt off quickly, not wanting it to get in the way.

“Enjoying the view?” I tease him. He nods, averting his eyes. I grab him by the chin. “You can look to your heart’s content. In fact, you are also encouraged to touch.”

He smiles shyly then leans forwards. As soon as his lips touch my tip, it takes all my self-control not to hold him by a fistful of hair and bury my cock down his throat. I’ve been thinking about it since that first time in the library when he knelt at my feet. But I want to savour his surrender, and I don’t want to rush him.

“That’s it, baby,” I say as Ewan gives his first tentative suck. “You look so good on your knees.”

He shivers at the endearment. He’s definitely a praise slut. Luckily for him, giving praises is something I enjoy greatly, especially to someone as adorable as him.

Ewan opens his jaw wider and finally swallows me. My eyes roll back and I slide my hand in his soft, wavy hair. We’ve been dancing around each other for a few days now, and I’ve been having the worse case of blue balls.

To my great surprise, Ewan keeps going until my cock hits the back of his throat, and he doesn’t gag. My hips thrust of their own volition, chasing pleasure.

“Holy shit,” I growl. “To think you had this secret talent all this time.” He looks pleased as he bobs his head, and my fingers tighten in his hair. He readjusts his erection in his pants with his free hand. It looks painful. “Take your cock out, Ewan. But you can’t touch yourself yet.”

He moans around my dick, then fumbles with his boxer briefs. His large cock hangs heavily between his knees, the tip swollen with need. I want to taste him, but it’ll have to wait. He already looks wrecked just from sucking me.

“You’re perfect,” I say, caressing his hair. His teary eyes look up at me, irresistible. “Can I fuck your mouth?”

Again, it seems to be the right thing to say. Ewan gasp around my cock, his large body shaking, and he gives me a nod. I know my smile has turned wicked. I push him gently, until his head and shoulders are touching the door behind him, and I hold his face in my hands.

“Tap me on the leg if it’s too much for you, and I’ll stop. Alright?” I say.

He nods again, holding on to my thighs, and I push my cock deeper between his lips. Fuuuuuck, it’s so wet and warm and divine. When his gag reflex still doesn’t kick in, I start thrusting. His moans reverberate along my skin wonderfully.

I take my pleasure, thrusting in and out slowly at first while making sure I keep an eye on his reactions. He seems to be enjoying this, making lewd sounds and his eyes rolling back from time to time. His cock is leaking pre-cum on the floor.