At first, I set the pace, taking my time as I figure out what I’m doing.
He groans under his breath, and the sound goes straight to my core.
I keep going, taking a little more of him before gathering the courage to take a little more again.
“Relax for me, beaut—”
The word dies on his tongue, and my heart clenches.
I push the hurt aside and return my attention to the moment, doing as he says and managing to take a little more of him.
I’ve never done this before, and he’s huge. Thick and veined.
Definitely close to ten inches, if not more, I swear.
There is no chance of taking all of him without choking, but I work with what I can, and the way he hisses, groans, and lets out those rough grunts tells me he’s enjoying it.
My hand reaches lower, and when I cup him there, he loses some of that control he loves so much.
His grip tightens in my hair.
And then he takes over.
“Your mouth is bloody perfection.”
I gag, tears filling my eyes, while a completely different kind of agony twists through me.
I’d never have thought it possible to become so turned on simply by giving pleasure to someone else.
And even though he’s trying to take all the power, it feels as if I hold every bit of it.
Even on my knees.
He uses my mouth like he hates me, and I suppose he has every right to.
He takes what he wants with a complete lack of restraint until he finally comes.
“Swallow,” he grunts with one final push.
I manage to, but there’s so much of it that some escapes the corner of my mouth and trails along my chin.
When he finally comes down from the high, he pulls out, still fully hard.
Then his thumb catches the come at the corner of my lips, collecting every last drop before he presses the digit to my lips.
“Open.”
I do.
“Suck it clean.”
I do.
For a moment, he looks almost transfixed… tender.
Then the switch flips again.
He hauls me to my feet, ripping my lingerie from my body in the process.
