Free Carter's Tryck [Brac Pack 17] by Lynn Hagen

glistening pre-cum that was beginning to leak from the head. The shaft started filling out, becoming even more impressive. Could he fit all of that into his mouth?
    Taking a deep breath, Carter opened wide, sucking the bulbous head past his lips. He suckled on the helmet, swirled his tongue around to capture the leaking liquid, and then pulled back, staring at his saliva shining on the head. He smiled, sucked it in again, and pushed it a little further past his lips.
    “Teeth, gatito , no teeth.” Tryck moaned, running his hands through Carter’s long hair, gathering it up as if his hands were a Carter’s Tryck
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    rubber band, and then pulled it to tilt Carter’s head sideways. Carter looked up. Big sapphire blue eyes were staring down at him. He smiled around Tryck’s cock, and then lowered his eyes.
    He was busted.
    All Carter wanted to do was experiment. He had hoped Tryck stayed asleep while he became familiar with his mate’s cock.
    Guess it was too late now.
    “Suck it.” Tryck grabbed the base, feeding his prick to Carter.
    Why did it turn him on to see Tryck's hand wrapped around his own shaft?
    Carter opened, accepting the large cock, using his tongue to lick at the veins, and at the same time he tried to suck it down. He gagged, pulled back, and took a deep breath.
    “Go slow, gatito . No need to rush. Take only what you can,” Tryck encouraged him, petting his hair.
    Even with Tryck’s large hand wrapped around the base, there were still plenty of inches to spare. He opened again, making another attempt.
    “That’s it, love.” Tryck’s legs spread wider apart, giving Carter more room to explore. Carter wiped the spittle that was leaking down his chin, pushing further in until he knew he couldn’t take anymore.
    “Suck your cheeks in,” Tryck instructed.
    Carter did, creating a tight seal. Tryck held his head, moving slowly back and forth, using small measured strokes. Carter caught on, stilled Tryck’s hips, and then began to move his head up and down.
    “That’s it. You got it,” Tryck moaned. “Ouch…no teeth, gatito .” Carter opened wider, trying his best to keep his teeth from scraping flesh. His jaws began to hurt, so he pulled back, giving them rest while he sucked at the crown once more.
    “ Sí , just do that.” Tryck cupped him under the chin, the other hand on the back of Carter’s head, groaning out his pleasure. Tryck’s hips began to move faster. “Gonna come,” he warned.

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    Carter sealed his lips around the head, sucking vigorously, wanting to taste his mate.
    He didn’t have to wait long. Tryck cried out, and hot jets of semen shot to the back of his throat as Carter tried desperately to drink it all down. He was somewhat successful. It got a little messy, but he was sure Tryck wouldn’t mind.
    Tryck jackknifed, grabbing Carter under his arms and pulling him up, licking the wasted seed from his face. “You give good head, gatito .” His mate grinned, twisted around, and then laid Carter down onto the mattress.
    His large body blanketed Carter’s, making him purr.
    Tryck pushed Carter’s legs to his chest, grabbing the lube from under the pillow.
    Carter was extremely nervous. The last time they had sex he was belly down. Now Tryck would be watching him. He bit his bottom lip, eyes darting to his left, unable to look at his mate.
    This was way too intimate for him.
    “No, look at me, love. Watch me take you.” Carter’s eyes shifted back to his mate, his head slowly following. Tryck stretched and lubed him, and then gently pushed in. “See how you stretch for me?” Carter nodded, looking down to where they were joined. It became a point of fascination to him. He reached down, allowing Tryck’s cock to glide between his index and middle finger.
    “Enjoy it, gatito .” Tryck leaned forward, dropping to his arms.
    His hands cupped Carter’s head, giving him his first heated kiss, his first kiss period from this man. Carter moaned, wrapping