Cass couldn't breathe as Edgar shoved his cock deeper into Cass' throat. The man's fingers dug deeply into Cass' hair, using his face and throat as he wanted. Cass' own hands dug deeply into the flesh of Edgar's ass, squeezing the skin under his fingers, his nails digging in deeper.
Edgar's face was flushed, his eyes watery, his chest heaving and he was flashing a little fang.
God, Cass wanted to swallow him whole.
The wet sounds filled the air, and that only seemed to spur Cass on more. His tongue felt warmer, his throat tightening and Edgar's face scrunched up. He was going to cum. God, Cass wanted him to cum.
"Shit. Cass, I'm gonna-" Cass took control, shoving Edgar even deeper into his throat and swallowing the helpless whimper Edgar gave him like it was his god given right. The little hip thrusts, the whimper, all of it made the cum coating his throat taste even sweeter.
Who needed to breathe when you had a handsome man throat-fucking you?
