Bab 11: Chapter 11

“You like sucking cock?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Would you like to suck mine? I’m hard for you, seeing you on your knees, giving in to me. I want to fuck your mouth, see your pretty lips stretched wide, drool caught in your beard.”

It was my turn to groan, and my dick got hard so fast, I actually hurt. I wanted to grab myself and alleviate the ache, but I didn’t dare. Instead, I nodded rapidly. “Yes. Please.”

“I love a boy who knows his manners. All right, then. You can put your mouth on me. Open my pants and take it out.”

I fumbled with his zipper, my fingers clumsy in my haste. But I got the jeans open, and his impressive bulge pressed against his black boxers. I was a little more careful as I found the opening and pulled his cock through. It was long and thick, red and hard, and I swear I could see the thick vein on the side pulsing. He was really big, but then again, most shifters were larger than average. I knew there was no way I’d be able to fit that in my mouth.