“For anything.” He kisses my breast. “But I will learn to tell when you are tipsy and when you are drunk. When you are still capable of calling your safe word.”
He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I cry out. As his tongue lavishes me, I thread my fingers into his dark curls. His tongue flicks across me. His lips caress. I’m panting heavily by the time he lifts his head.
“But whenever you cannot consent, my queen, you will be completely safe.”
He didn’t need to say those words for me to know that. I have never felt safer than when I’m in his arms.
“I love you,” I say.
His mouth latches on to my nipple. “Say that again,” he growls.
“I love you.” I cry out as he sucks one breast and kneads the other.
As his hips rock against me, I curse the barrier of the belt.
“You’re going to say those words with my cock in your mouth,” he rasps as he crawls up beside me. Grabbing me, he moves me onto my knees. I kneel before him as he leans back against the headrest. He pushes my head down, and I open my mouth, wishing it were my other lips that were spreading.
As I swallow him, he hisses with pleasure.
“Say it,” he demands.
It’s impossible to talk clearly with my mouth this full, but I do my best. He groans as he rocks up into me.
“Again.”
“I love you,” I gurgle, my tongue stroking his hard cock.
“Fuck, my queen. You’re so damn good to me.”
Fisting my hair, he sets the rhythm. It’s hard and fast and frantic, and I fight to breathe every time my head rises just enough.
“I love you.”
He groans.
“I love you.”
He pants.
“I love you.”
His grip nearly tightens to the point of pain as he fills my mouth. He knocks into the back of my throat and holds me there.
“I love you.” The words are merely vibrations now, but they’re enough.
Crying out, he explodes into my mouth. He’s so deep, I can’t do anything but swallow, or it’s going to erupt out of my nose.
I massage his balls as he comes. Wanting it all. Wanting even more.
My pussy throbbing with need, I reach my other hand between my legs before I groan in frustration. He groans with utter need.
“Keep me in your mouth,” he orders.
I move my hand up from between my thighs to grab the base of his cock. Lifting my head so I can breathe, I suck on just his tip.
“That’s my good little slut.”
My pussy clenches with pleasure. My heart swelling with love for the man, I pull back his foreskin and run my tongue around the exposed flesh. I alternate between flicking his piercing and sucking on his entire tip. His hands stroke my hair.
