Jensen Ackles: "Huge cock ready for action, come and get it"

I had been staring at Jensen for the last hour, my throat dry and my heart hammering against my ribs. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. He was sprawled across the gray sofa, shirtless, his muscular chest rising and falling with a slow rhythm. “You've been eyeing it all night,” Jensen said nonchalant, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. He shifted, the fabric of his trousers straining against the thick, heavy bulge between his legs. “You want it, don't you?”
I couldn't speak, I just nodded, my gaze locked on that bulge.
“Get over here. On your knees,” he commanded.
I didn't hesitate. I slid off the chair and sank to the floor between his legs. Up close, the scent of him hit me like a wave, musk, expensive cologne, and raw man. Jensen reached down, his hand gripping the front of his pants before he unbuttoned them and slid the zipper down with a slow, metallic hiss.
When he freed himself, I actually gasped. His cock was massive, a thick, pulsing vein running up the length of the heavy shaft, the head a deep, angry pink. It looked too big to be real, a heavy piece of meat that demanded total attention.
“Look at it,” Jensen groaned, leaning back and spreading his legs wider. “Now open your mouth and take it.” I didn’t waste time, I leaned in, my lips brushing against the sensitive head. I flicked my tongue over the slit, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum, his fingers digging into my hair.
“Fuck, you're eager,” he growled. “Wrap those lips around it. All of it. I want to feel you choking on me.”

I opened wide and pushed forward, sliding my mouth over the broad head. The girth was overwhelming, stretching my cheeks and filling my mouth completely. As I slid further down, the thickness of him hit the back of my throat, triggering a gag reflex that made my eyes water.
“That's it, choke on it,” Jensen whispered, his voice dripping with dominance. “Take my big dick, you little slut. Suck it like you fucking need it.”
He started to thrust his hips, pushing deeper into my throat. Each shove felt like it was hitting the base of my brain. I gripped his thighs, my fingers digging into his muscles as I tried to keep up with the pace. The sound of my wet mouth sliding up and down his shaft filled the room.
"Your mouth feels fucking incredible,” he groaned, his head tossing back against the sofa. “Suck the head, use your tongue. Lick every inch of this cock.”
I obeyed, swirling my tongue around the rim of his glans. I could hear his breathing get heavier, more erratic. He started to pick up the speed, his thrusts becoming more violent, forcing me to lean back just to accommodate the length.

“I'm gonna cum,” he warned, his voice straining. “I'm gonna fill your fucking throat. Don't you dare pull away. You're going to swallow every drop of my cum.”
He gripped the back of my head tight, locking me in place, and delivered three hard, deep lunges that buried him to the hilt. With a guttural roar, he spasmed, his body tensing as he shot load after load of thick, hot cum deep into my throat. I gagged, my throat constricting around him, but I swallowed hard, gulping down the heavy cream as he continued to pulse inside me.
When he finally pulled out, a string of saliva and cum connected his glistening cock to my lips. Jensen looked down at me, a smirk of pure satisfaction on his face.
“Good boy,” he murmured, reaching down to pat my cheek. “Now clean the rest off with your tongue.”