Or maybe someone gave someone else a stroke or seven.
Or maybe balls were slapping into balls during a DP.
However, not this.
Nothing.
Like.
This.
“Do to him…” Ravenscroft sultry coos, “what it is you dream of himdoing to you.”
There’s barely time to grab a glimpse of Zero’s face before mine is yanked forward to the point my nose is smashed against his base.Groans of discomfort fuse with choked gasps causing my throat to viciously constrict, a constriction that leads to clawing at my scalp.
And balls slapping at my skin.
And unrecognized grunts gracing my ears.“Fucking.Take it.”
Zero darts deeper.
Cuts off any ability to catch a breath – even through my nose.
“That’s right,” he purrs as he rams himself forward once more.“Gag, Master.”
Master?
Did he really just call memaster?
Is that the type of shit he wants from me?
Dreams of what I could do to him?
Would do to him?
Can’t deny that I have thought about doing to him?
Feeling my own shaft swell to the point of pain is what has me hungrily whimpering.
Anxiously trying to relax my slick muscles.
Suck in air through my smushed nostrils.
Work to swallow and suck and slop up the spit escaping at the corners of my lips.
“Fuck,” growls Zero in a voice I vividly dream of using on him.“Open wider, for your little fuck toy.” He aggressively yanks himself back.“We wanna hear you fucking choke.”
I drop my jaw as far down as it’ll go, extend my tongue outward, and arch myself forward to grant him the access he’s requesting.
Without hesitation.
Or resistance.
Or concern.
Fuckme…I can’t believe Ilikethis.
That I’mdoingthis.
