Blake Hart
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Redefining Dallas - Part 5
🕑 Added 2025-04-13 03:00:05 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
Before I even realized what I was doing, my knees hit the carpet. It was like my body moved on its own, driven by something deeper, something I couldn’t fight anymore. I looked right at his impressive manhood protruding from his otherwise slim and twinky frame.
My head tilted up further up, and there he was—Ayden, staring down at me, that smirk still plastered across his face but now tinged with something darker, something that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Good boy,” he murmured, his voice low and velvety, dripping with approval. His hand moved to my chin, tilting my head just slightly so I couldn’t look anywhere but at him. His eyes were sharp, commanding, and I felt like he could see right through me, see everything I didn’t even want to admit to myself.
My breath was shallow, my pulse pounding in my ears. I should have felt humiliated, embarrassed—but I didn’t. Instead, I felt… alive. Like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Ayden’s thumb grazed my jawline, his touch both soft and firm. “I knew you had it in you,” he said, his tone light but filled with an undeniable edge of control. “All that staring today, all that tension. You’ve been fighting it, haven’t you? But look at you now.”
I couldn’t respond. Words felt impossible, caught in my throat, but I couldn’t look away from him. He was magnetic, his presence was so strong.
“Don’t worry,” he said, his thumb brushing over my lips. “I’ll take good care of you.”
And for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like I needed to be in control. I didn’t feel like I needed to pretend to be something I wasn’t. All I wanted was him. To see where this went. To let go.
And Ayden? He knew it. He knew.
Ayden's hand rested firmly on my head, his fingers threading through my hair like he owned me. The weight of it was grounding and out-of-this-world all at once, sending sparks of intense longing down my spine. He didn’t have to say a word; his touch spoke volumes, and my body reacted instinctively.
My lips parted, almost on cue, as though I had been waiting for this moment without realizing it. I didn’t think—I couldn’t think. The world had narrowed down to just him, the way his gaze bore into mine, and the movements of his hand as he guided me closer.
“That’s it,” he said softly, his voice laced with approval and just enough of a tease to make my stomach flip. “I didn’t even have to ask. Good boy.”
His thumb brushed against the corner of my moth, testing, teasing, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re so eager,” he murmured, his smirk deepening. “I like that.”
Ayden's smirk deepened as he pressed forward, the tip of him slid right past my lips, and I couldn’t stop the sharp intake of breath that escaped me as his large size filled my mouth.
The taste of him hit me immediately—warm, slightly salty, and entirely new and foreign. It wasn’t what I’d expected, but it was freaking delicious. My tongue moved instinctively, reacting to him, and I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a low hum, the sound vibrating through my chest. It wasn’t just the taste—it was him, all of him, and my dick responded without hesitation, like it knew this was exactly what it wanted.
“Fuck,” Ayden murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction as he looked down at me. His hand stayed firm on my head, but his touch was still steady, guiding, never forcing. “You’re better at this than I expected, Dallas. I guess you really were paying attention all day, weren’t you?”
I didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. My focus was entirely on him—on the way he felt, the way he tasted, the way he groaned softly when I adjusted, taking more of him.
Ayden’s hips moved slightly, testing, and my hands rested on his thighs to steady myself. His skin was warm under my palms. I didn’t know what the heck I was doing, but judging by the way Ayden’s fingers tightened in my hair, I was doing something right.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice a low, encouraging purr. “Just like that. Good boy.”
The praise sent a shiver down to my erection, and I felt myself push him in further, letting him guide me. For the first time, I stopped thinking about what I was supposed to want, supposed to feel, supposed to be. All I cared about was Ayden, the taste of him, the heat of him, and the way he looked down at me like I was exactly where I belonged, on my knees serving him.
Ayden’s rhythm was building, filling my mouth completely before pulling back just enough to keep me breathless and wanting more. I couldn’t stop myself—I tilted my head, opening wider, giving him everything he wanted without hesitation.
I didn’t just take it; I craved it. It was like something inside me had snapped, some hidden part of me waking up for the first time. Like I was possessed by a need I didn’t know I had. The taste, the feel, the weight of him—it was all-consuming, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
Slobber dripped from the corners of my mouth, my gag reflex barely keeping up as Ayden pushed deeper, hitting places that made my throat tighten and my eyes water. I didn’t care. If anything, it made me want more. I cooed around him, the sound vibrating through his tip and then his base, encouraging him, begging him to keep going.
“Fuck,” Ayden groaned, his voice rough and full of pleasure. “Look at you. I didn’t think you had this in you, but you’re taking it like a fucking pro.” His words sent a jolt of new hot and subservient feeling straight through me, and I gagged slightly as he thrust deeper, my throat tightening around his base in response.
My hands moved to his ass cheeks clinging to them, my fingers digging into his skin as I let him use me. Spit ran down my chin, mixing with his own pleasure drops as I gave into the moment completely, no shame, no hesitation. The wet, obscene gags, slurps and wetness of it filled the room, and Ayden’s breathing grew heavier.
“God, Dallas,” he growled, his hips snapping forward, his pace quickening. “You’re such a good little slut for this, aren’t you? You love it.”
I just nodded again maintaining eye contact as my throat clenching around him as tears continued streaming down my cheeks, I couldn’t speak, couldn’t even think—every part of me was focused on him, on the way he felt, on the way he filled me completely. I wanted to keep going, wanted to push further, to show him just how far I’d go.
Ayden’s thrusts became relentless, his big balls smacking against my chin in an sloppy, wet rhythm that reverberated in the room. The sensation, the sound, the sheer intensity of it all overwhelmed me. My mind was spinning, completely lost in the moment, when suddenly—it happened.
Without warning, my body betrayed me. My dick throbbed, and before I could even process what was happening, hot cum flooded my boxers, soaking them completely. I gasped, pulling back slightly, stunned and trembling. The realization hit me like a freight train: I’d just cummed my boxers. From pleasuring someone else. Another guy. I didn’t even touch myself, and yet here I was, shaking, my body quivering with post-orgasmic contractions.
Ayden stopped for a moment, looking down at me with wide eyes before a smirk spread across his face. Then he let out a low chuckle, one that was equal parts amusement and intrigue. “Wow, honey,” he said, his voice teasing and dripping with satisfaction. “I’ve seen a lot in my time, but that? That’s a first.”
My face flushed, a mix of shame and disbelief coursing through me. I tried to say something, to explain or defend myself, but the words wouldn’t come. Ayden tilted his head, his smirk softening just a bit as he brushed a thumb over my cheek, wiping away some of the spit and tears streaking my face.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, his voice smooth and comforting now. “It just means you really liked it. And I gotta say…” His eyes flicked over me, lingering on my heaving chest and the mess I’d made of myself. “That’s fucking hot.”
I swallowed hard, still catching my breath, my body trembling as he stood back up, looming over me like he was about to devour me whole.
“Now,” Ayden said, his smirk returning, more wicked than ever, “the real question is… are you ready to take me? All eight inches, baby. In that untouched, straight-boy ass of yours.”
My heart pounded harder. I couldn’t believe what he was asking—or maybe I could and I realized I was still on my knees, still staring up at him, unable to answer.
“Well?” Ayden pressed, his voice low and sultry as he bent down slightly, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “I’ve got all night, but something tells me you don’t want to keep me waiting.”
I didn’t know how to respond. All I knew was that I was standing at a line I never thought I’d cross—and Ayden was daring me to take the leap.
