Page 188 of Depraved Boys

Leopold unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick and hard penis. My gaze fell onto the bead of precum seeping out from its bulbous, red head, and I swallowed hard.

“I want to kiss it,” I whispered.

His erection twitched. “It’s all yours.”

I wrapped my fingers around its girth. His dick pulsed in my grip as though it welcomed my touch. “It likes me.”

Leopold groaned. “It worships you.”

I pressed my lips on the underside, where the head bulged into two swollen mounds. Leopold let out a shuddering moan that made my core tingle. When my tongue darted out to lap at the bitter fluid gathered on his slit, he gasped out loud.

I ran my tongue around that gorgeous head, savoring the feel and taste of his smooth, hot skin. His sharp intake of breath made arousal pulse through my core, and I slipped the whole of his tip into my mouth.

“W-Willow,” he said my name like a prayer.

My chest expanded with pride. The first time we had met, Leopold hadn’t even noticed me. Instead, he had flirted with Ashley. The second time, he only spared me a second glance because Ashley had pestered him into letting her into the party. And the third… I swirled my tongue around his cock-head and relished in his low, shuddering moan.

The third time we had met, Geraldine had been sucking on him and not getting one-tenth of this response. He’d had to resort to exhibitionism to make things exciting with her.

My fingers tightened around his erection, and I slid my other hand into his boxer briefs and cupped his balls. They were heavy and round and lightly furred. I rolled them between my fingers and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“F-fuck, Willow,” he rasped.

As I continued my unhurried exploration of Leopold’s body, heat gathered in my core and wetness gathered between my folds. I opened up my jaw and lowered my head, so his length slid down my tongue toward the back of my throat.

His pubic hairs tickled my nose, making a smile curve my lips. Holding him around the base, I slid back out and zig-zagged my tongue along the underside of his erection.

Leopold’s legs trembled, and my core throbbed in time with his panting breaths. “S-slow down, or I’ll explode.”

I drew back and admired the glistening organ, which seemed to have grown a little since I’d slid it into my mouth. Gliding my gaze up his thicket of blond pubes, past his treasure trail, his tightened abs, and prominent pecs, I stared into Leopold’s flushed and excited face.

With a smirk, I said, “I’ve never had a shooting star up close.”

Leopold chuckled. “You’ll be tasting it in a minute.”

I lowered my gaze back to his dick and returned to work, bobbing my head up and down his shaft. With each upward movement, I curled my tongue along his underside, and with each downstroke, I let his tip slide along the roof of my mouth.

Leopold threaded his fingers through my hair as though to keep it off my face. My gaze flicked up to meet his, but he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth as though trying to make himself last longer.

Right at that moment, I felt so powerful. Not only had this beautiful, untamed being committed himself to me, but he was willing to share me with his best friends. I hummed my approval through my mouthful of Leopold.

His hands tightened in my hair, and he cried out. “I’m going to—”

Warm jets of bitter fluid filled my mouth, and I swallowed around his pulsing organ to stop myself from gagging. Leopold made gentle thrusts with his hips as he climaxed, and my core pulsed with a longing I could no longer deny.

If Leopold refused to take my virginity, I would smother him with my boobs until he agreed.

The pulsing stopped, and he pulled out of me, dropped down to his knees, and pulled my head down for a deep, toe-curling kiss.

“I’m still hard,” he groaned.

I reached down and gripped his length. “I want you inside me.”

His eyes widened. “Are you sure? I can always—”

“No.” I let go of his erection and reached around my back. “I want you. Now.”

When I unfastened my bra and shouldered it off, his gaze roved over my breasts, and he drew in a sharp breath through his teeth. Leopold leaned forward, his hands outstretched to cup them when his phone rang.