In my peak hoe faze, I didn’t have a gag reflex. Then everything skidded to a halt when this fucker ruined my sex life—unintentionally, but still. I wasn’t sure if I could still handle it—handle him. But fuck, I couldn’t wait to find out.
“Open your mouth.”
I did.
“Good girl.”
Then, without warning, he shoved his cock in my mouth. His hands went back to my hair, guiding my head while he thrust in and out. He kept it shallow to start, not pushing past the back of my throat, mostly just gliding himself over my tongue. I wanted more.
“You feel so good. Your mouth was fucking made for me.”
I moaned around him. His grip in my hair tightened, thrusts pushing a little farther each time.
“Fuck, baby, you take me so well. I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”
Don’t. Use me.
I didn’t know how, but he heard me. I could tell by the grip on my hair, the way his breathing laboured. His control was slipping. Good.Give me more, fucking more.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
I met his gaze.
“Fuck me, you look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock. Are you ready?”
Was I fucking ever. I nodded as much as I could in this position.
He let loose. His thrusts went harder, deeper, faster. His moans and groans and grunts made me absolutely feral. I needed to touch him, but my fucking hands were still shackled to my sides.
He was still holding back, I could tell by his eyes—locked on mine and checking to make sure this wasn’t too much. In truth, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed him to let go. But I couldn’t fucking touch him. I couldn’t dig my nails into his thighs and demand it. I couldn’t?—
The shackles snapped. He stopped, halfway out of my mouth and stared at the chain links that hit the snow. That wouldn’t do, I wanted his entire attention on me. I dug my fingers into his legs, but he was still to stunned to realized I was touching him without his say so. I wondered what he would do when he noticed, but I wouldn’t worry about that yet. I had a job to do and I was going to fucking nail it.
I pulled back, running my tongue over the tip. His eyes fluttered closed, groaning as his head fell back.
“Fuck.”
I smiled at his breathy moan.That’s it, Aus, let go.Relaxing my throat, I took him in all the way. His moans were fucking erotic.
I needed more.
I kept my eyes on him, watching his face twist in pleasure with every move I made. I licked and sucked, even let my teeth scrape over him. Holy fuck, the sound he let out at my teeth grazing his base—delicious.
His gaze snapped back to mine, still watching him, probably with a sadistic smile of my own. His eyes were black, not a single speck of blue in them as they burned.
“Do that again,” he growled.
My Avalanche loved pain as much as I did. Good to know.
I took him completely into my mouth again and slowly pulled back while I relaxed my jaw, letting my teeth graze him. I put a little more pressure this time and was rewarded with the salty sweet taste of his pre cum.
“Fuck.”
His fingers sank back into my hair like his life depended on it. And then he did as I asked. He fucking used me. His head fell back, moaning, as his pace increased. Harder, faster, deeper. Not a single worry about my wellbeing or the fact that I could barely breathe. Finally.
I followed his lead, letting him do what he wanted—needed. I flattened my tongue, moving it along his shaft, matching his movements as best I could. He was so lost in his own pleasure, he’d forgotten how to speak. Only moaning and the occasional curse. His breathing turned ragged, thrusts sloppy. He was so close.
I sunk my nails into his skin and dragged them down his thighs, eliciting a low moan.Come on, baby. Let go. Come for me.Again, I didn’t know how the fuck he heard me, but he clearly did.
