Jake knelt on the hotel carpet, knees already sore, staring up at the thick black cock hanging heavy in front of his face. It wasnt his first time, but every time felt like the first. Marcus stood over him, calm, stroking the shaft slow and lazy, letting the head swell and shine under the low light.
Please, Jake said, voice cracking. Let me suck it. I need it bad.
Marcus smirked. Say it again. Louder.
I need your black cock in my mouth. Ill beg all night if you want. Just let me taste it.
Marcus slapped the heavy dick across Jakes cheek, leaving a wet streak. Open.
Jakes mouth dropped open fast. Marcus fed him the head first, just the crown, and Jake moaned around it like he was starving. He sucked hard, tongue working the underside, trying to pull more in. Marcus didnt give it all at once. He held Jakes head with one big hand and fed him inch by inch, watching the white guys lips stretch wide.
Fuck, thats it, Marcus growled. Look at you. Cant even wait five minutes before youre begging to choke on black dick.
Jakes eyes watered but he didnt pull back. He wanted the stretch, the taste, the way his own cock throbbed untouched in his pants. Marcus started thrusting shallow, letting Jakes spit run down his chin and drip onto the carpet. Every time Marcus pulled back, Jake chased it, whining.
More, Jake gasped when he got a second to breathe. Shove it down my throat. Use me.
Marcus grabbed Jakes hair with both hands and drove in deep. Jake gagged, throat convulsing, but he stayed right there, hands gripping Marcuss thighs for balance. Spit poured out around the shaft. Marcus fucked his face in long, steady strokes, balls slapping Jakes chin.
You love this shit, Marcus said, voice low and rough. White boy on his knees, drooling for black cock. Say it while Im in your throat.
Jake tried. The words came out muffled and broken around the dick filling his mouth. Marcus laughed, pulled out, and let Jake suck air before slamming back in.
Again.
I love sucking black cock, Jake choked out between thrusts. I fucking love it. Cant stop thinking about it.
Marcus pulled free, strings of spit connecting Jakes lips to the shiny head. He stroked himself fast, then tapped the wet cock against Jakes tongue. You want my load?
Jake nodded hard, mouth open, tongue out. Please. Give it to me. Ill swallow every drop. Ill lick it off the floor if you want. Just cum in my mouth.
Marcus grunted and shot thick ropes across Jakes tongue and lips. Jake swallowed what he could, then licked the rest off the head, sucking the last drops like he was trying to pull another load out. His own cock pulsed untouched, a wet spot spreading in his underwear.
Marcus stepped back, breathing steady. Clean yourself up. Youre not done tonight.
Jake stayed on his knees, licking his lips, already hard again at the promise. He knew thered be more men, more begging, more raw need before the night ended. And he wanted every second of it.