But I have other plans—I shake my head and, as he watches, lean down to kiss the tip of his d**k.
“God, Wray,” Mojo sighs. His hand freezes on my c**k in mid-stroke. “Oh, God, you’re not…I mean, you—”
“I’m going to suck your d**k,” I say. The way he trembles all over tells me this might be the first b*****b he’s ever had. “Don’t tell me Darcy doesn’t do this.”
He can’t speak, but he shakes his head a little in disbelief. “She’s never…I mean, she doesn’t…” He licks his lips and squeezes my c**k so hard, I almost come right there. “Do it again. Can you? Can you do it again?”
Staring into his eyes, I watch him watch me as I lean down again. I pucker just to prolong the inevitable, and I have to admit I like the way he catches his breath as I move in. When my lips touch the tender head of
