As my eyes watered, she released my neck but not my erection. I gasped in as much air as I could before her fingers pressed on my throat again.
I was choking, and her juices were flowing. If she gave me a couple of strokes, I’d come in her hands. Even one stroke would do. This was how much aroused she’d made me with her dominant moves.
“Do you want to come?” she asked as if she heard my thoughts.
“Yes, Mistress,” I choked. “But only if you’d let me.”
She smiled and shook her head, both her hands off me. “Not just yet.”
I winced, catching my breath. “Please?”
“You want to come before your mistress? How can that be?” she asked with her sexy rasp that fueled my desire painfully.
“Shame on me. I must be punished really hard.”
Her giggle filled the room. “You love to be punished, don’t you?”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
“How about this for punishment?” She rose to her knees, and her hand tangled in my hair. The other hand went down to her panties, and then she made an inverted V with her index and middle fingers, spreading the cut, exposing her pink opening.
I mumbled some incoherent shit, too lost in that beauty to form words. Suddenly, I found my nose, mouth and chin dipped in her pussy.
Fuck me. That smell. Those delicious juices. This was not punishment. Even if I choked on Cammie’s pussy, this was heaven.
She buried me deep inside her, and all I could breathe was the smell of her sex. Her moans flared as I licked her, ate her, fucked her with my tongue.
She pulled my hair harder, but my tongue went inside her deeper. I wished it’d been my cock in her pussy not just my tongue. I wanted to thrust away every need that had been nagging me every day I was away from her.
“I love you,” I whispered inside her.
She never said it back, but I didn’t care. I knew she wanted me, and that was enough for now. I said it for the both of us until I earned her love. I said it again as I drank her, and she clenched around my tongue.
She yanked my head off her and narrowed her eyes at me. “You look so fucking hot with my juices on your lips and chin like that.”
Glancing up into her eyes, I licked my lips, savoring her taste.
“Oh God, Dusty.” She scooted back and guided my cock inside her pussy.
“Fuuuuck.” My eyes closed as she eased down, taking it all in.
I was already close to the edge, and when she bounced I summoned all my willpower not to come right away.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” she said as if she sensed my struggle. We moved together, our pelvises grinding against each other. She was clenching and screaming so hard I had no strength left to resist exploding inside her.
“Cammie. Oh, Cammie, I can’t hold back.”
“No, baby. Not just yet. You’re my good boy, and you can hold back. I’m so close.” She bounced harder, faster. “That’s it. You’re doing so well. That’s fucking it.”
I snapped my eyes shut as her pussy, literally, squeezed my cock, shattering all my hopes to obey her. “Fuck. Fuck! I’m so sorry!”
How was I supposed not to come? With all her beauty and dominant moves and unbelievable body. And that fucking wet pussy. A man could take this much.
My cum shot in abundance inside her as I prepared myself for whatever punishment she had for me. I didn’t mind if she’d torture me all night. The kind of pleasure I had right now was worth it.
Luckily, exploding inside her drove her own orgasm. She cried out my name, her lips a beautiful O, her face as she came the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
After a night of making love to her like a sub and like a man, Cammie fell asleep like a baby. For that I was grateful. She’d suffered a lot, and even after all this time, the demons my fucking father had left messing with her head didn’t let her rest.
