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Pulling him farther into my mouth, I swirl my tongue over his shaft, hollowing my cheeks when I reach as far as I can go. His fingers in my hair are warm, gentle, despite the urgency in his breathing and the distraught tone of his words.
“I’m not surprised my little slut wife has such a dirty fucking mouth,” he grunts, hips jerking as I lap at the slit in his tip, then push back onto his length. “You were fucking made for me, weren’t you? Made to take my cock. Made to be my little cock whore.”
I hum in agreement, his dirty mouth stirring an eagerness in my belly, the need to make this phenomenal blotting out everything else in my brain.
My nails claw at his pants, digging into his thighs as I try to scramble closer, bobbing up and down in time with my second pulse.
“Touch yourself,” he says darkly, the command sending a shiver down my spine.
I pull off with a pop, my sex clenching in anticipation.
“I don’t want to be sore,” I say. “I can’t.”
“You will,” he replies, a challenge lacing his brow. Renewing the force of his grip on my scalp, he yanks me to his slobbery cock, smacking me across the cheek with it once, twice, before pushing back in. “Relax your throat and play with your pussy. Can you do that for me?”
I hesitate, again, my fingers twitching, but eventually nod slightly. He exhales, shoving his cock to the back of my throat; I flatten my tongue at the last second, his command about relaxing barely registering enough for me to go through with it, and try not to retch.
His eyes never leave mine, even when he keeps me flush against him, my nose tickling his pubic bone. When it becomes evident he doesn’t plan on letting me up until I touch myself, my fingers drift to the apex of my thighs, swiping through my sopping folds.
As soon as I make contact, I wince, still sensitive from the orgasm he gave me. Heat floods my face and my vision blurs, and Kal drags me off, sputtering and coughing as oxygen invades my nostrils.
Saliva coats my lips, dripping down my chin, a thin layer connecting me to him, and I feel that familiar pressure building inside me, taking precedence over the soreness.
I circle two fingers over my clit, working furiously as ecstasy courses through me, and he chuckles, pushing past my lips and repeating the same air-robbing motion.
A wave of something that looks twisted, stuck between pain and pleasure, washes over his face, and as he removes my mouth again, he sighs.
“I’m going to come, little one. Mark you, like you asked. And you’re going to wear it out of here, like a good little slut wife.” He brushes over my swollen mouth with his thumb, and I rub myself faster, trying to get to where he is. “Okay?”
I nod, sticking my tongue out in acceptance.
Sliding back in, his crown pokes my throat, coasting in and out for several strokes, as if gearing up for a finale. My clit swells to the point where it feels like it might burst, sparks flying where my fingers work, and then he pushes to the hilt, keeping me in place.
All other thought dissipates as I focus on relaxing into his hold, absorbing the salty musk of his arousal, and the way his abdomen ripples with his impending climax. My fingers fly, rubbing and kneading, my chest getting light as it becomes more and more difficult to breathe.
I feel it, my consciousness floating past my fingertips, just out of reach, and with it, my release.
“I want to hear it,” he says, tapping my nose. “When you come with my cock in your throat, I want to fucking hear it.”
It begins before he’s even done speaking, erupting like a volcano as the corners of my eyes darken. My clit throbs beneath the pressure of my fingers, and as Kal pulls away just enough to thrust back in, I cry out as shock and elation mix in my gut, powering through every nerve in my body.
“That’s it.” Kal groans, the sound soft and primal, and I swear I feel him swell in my mouth, ropes of hot semen rushing out as he comes.
He withdraws from me while the stream continues spurting, dragging his slit over my lips and then pointing down at my breasts, coating them in his seed.
Collapsing against the door, he gulps in a lungful of air, brushing sweat from where it percolates on his forehead. “Jesus. I think one day you might kill me.”
Catching my breath on the ground, I take a minute to collect myself. Smirking, I push to my feet on wobbly legs, looking around for a tissue to dry myself with. I walk to the desk and pluck one from its box, but he clicks his tongue in disapproval.
“What are you doing?” He joins me, taking the tissue from my fingers. “Did you think I was kidding about you leaving here covered in my cum?”
My cheeks flame. “I just thought it was kind of a heat of the moment thing.”
“It’s always the heat of the moment with you,” he says, that weird fucking smile back in place as he maneuvers my arms back into my dress, pulling the neck up over my breasts. His cum is cool against the soft fabric, hidden beneath it, but I can smell it.
I know it’s there, like a secret the two of us share, and the notion makes me feel... alive.
