Emilio’s POV
I picked up the pace, determined to make him come. I wanted to taste him, to feel him filling my mouth with his hot, sticky seed.
I reached down and cupped his balls, rolling them gently in my hand. Sinclair let out a low moan, his c**k throbbing against my tongue. I could tell he was getting close - his breathing had turned ragged, and his thighs had tensed under my hands.
I picked up the pace even more, taking him as deep into my throat as I could. I relaxed my throat muscles, allowing him to slide deeper still. Sinclair's grip on my hair tightened painfully as he held my head still, f*****g my mouth with shallow thrusts.
"Oh f**k, sugar," he panted, his voice strained with effort. "I'm gonna come. f**k, I'm coming!"
With a guttural cry, Sinclair came hard, his c**k pul
