Wouldn’t it be nice to have McCree as your personal toy? To have him whip out his cock at your behest or strip down to his skin whenever you want, wherever you want?
Maybe you’d be watching TV on the couch with him when you decide that you’d really like to taste his cock. Like, right now. So you tell him to drop his pants and he obliges with a blush and a wide grin, knowing exactly what you want and submitting to your stern command to keep his hands on your shoulders. You pin him back into the couch and lean down to take his cock into your mouth, letting his hefty girth stretch your lips as you go down as far as you can.
He moans and shivers, his flesh hand fidgeting on your shoulder while his metal one stays still and digs slightly into your back. McCree can’t keep his eyes open, not even to watch you swallow his length into your welcoming mouth. How can he when you’re honestly enjoying yourself by licking at his thickness like a lollipop?
You love how he feels and tastes and it shows. You moan and purr as you suck at his shaft and flick your tongue along the underside of his head, tasting the salt of his skin and the muskiness of his scent. There’s no other way to describe him other than masculine perfection, to be very honest. His spongy head throbs on your tongue as you suck languidly on him, teasing drip after drip of precum from his straining length.
“Please-!” McCree gasps as his eyes roll into the back of his head. “Please, don’t stop!” His husky drawl is airy and thick with his twang, sounding oh so seductive.
You hum, lifting your head off his cock with a sharp pop. “Stop?”
“Don’t stop,” he repeats himself, biting his lips and begging you to continue with his hazel eyes. “Please?”
Hmmm, you do like it when he begs like that. But you also want to continue watching your show; the commercial is over. “Maybe later.” You laugh off his pleading gaze as you sit back upright and cuddle into his side, pinning his legs down with yours and his hands to his sides with a stern command. “Be a good boy and keep quiet for me, okay? I want to hear the show.”
McCree digs his teeth into his lip, eyes already glued to your hand caressing and squeezing at his blushing cock. What show? The only show he’s aware of is the one happening in his lap, and the star of it is your hand languidly stroking the tip of his cock like it’s a worry stone.
McCree – Toy
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