Page 124 of Stay Wild Darlin’

He slid deeper, hips moving in slow, controlled thrusts until the tip of his cock tapped the back of my throat. I gagged softly, and he moaned, making the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

“That’s it, my little bull. Choke on it.” He pulled back and thrust again, harder this time. “You said you wanted to show me how much you need me? Then take it.”

He gripped both sides of my head now, using my mouth like a toy, his cock pistoning in and out. Saliva spilled from my lips, soaking my chin, dribbling down my neck.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he hissed. “Look at the mess you’re making. Drooling all over yourself.”

My eyes watered, the stretch of him deep in my throat making me whimper.

“Look at me,” he barked.

I forced my gaze up through watery lashes, and he groaned.

“Goddamn, you look so pretty like this. All fucked out and ruined, and we haven’t even gotten to your pussy yet.”

He pulled back suddenly, letting his cock fall from my lips with a wet pop. Strings of spit and precum still connected us, my mouth red and raw, jaw aching, eyes glossy.

“You hear that?” he murmured, stroking his cock slowly in front of my face. “That sloppy sound? That’s you, baby. That’s your throat sucking me in. Needy little mouth can’t get enough.”

He slapped the tip against my tongue once, twice, and then shoved back in without warning—hard and deep.

I choked, gagging as he held me there, his cock buried in my throat, his hand anchoring me in place.

“Breathe through your nose,” he commanded. “You can take it. I know you can.”

My fingers curled into my thighs, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as he fucked into my mouth over and over.

“You wanted this,” he grunted, thrusting harder. “Begged for it. You wanted to worship my cock—so fucking do it.”

He was close—his grip got rougher, his thrusts sloppier and more desperate.

“Fuck—” he growled, hips jerking, the head of his cock battering the back of my throat with every thrust. “Gonna fucking fill this mouth.”

I gagged around him, but he held me there, buried deep, until my throat clenched involuntarily. His whole body tensed.

“Take it,” he snarled, cock jerking once . . . twice . . .

Hot ropes of cum shot straight down my throat, pouring past my tongue in heavy bursts.

“Swallow it,” he ordered through clenched teeth. “Every fucking drop. Don’t spill a goddamn thing.”

I obeyed, throat working, gulping around the steady spurts of cum. I sealed my lips around him as I swallowed it all.

He let out a guttural groan, looking down at me with wild, blown pupils and that crooked smirk curling back into place.

“Goddamn,” he breathed, pulling out slowly, his cock dragging over my tongue. “You were made for this.”

He slapped the head lightly against my spit-slick lips, watching it twitch.

“Open.”

I did.

He looked inside, satisfied, then gave a slow, approving nod.

“Good girl,” he said, wiping the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “That’s how you worship my cock.”

Slowly, Dalton dropped to his knees in front of me. He brought his hands to my face, rough thumbs stroking along my flushed cheeks, grounding me.