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I waited a few agonizing seconds just to punish her, but it punished me more. Her needy eyes on my cock were the biggest tease there was. She didn’t need to play a game to tease me. Her being was a turn-on for me on its own.
She was always going to win. Fuck it.
I pushed her head into my cock harshly and went into her mouth harder than ever before. “Choke on it, you slut.”
No praises. Not this time. I could not do it even though I longed for the soft look in her eyes when I praised her.
Priscilla’s eyes stayed on mine as her head bobbed up and down around my cock, obeying the force of my hand in her silky hair. My balls felt so close to bursting. She was so fucking good at this. Yet the force of my first thrust made her tense. She was not able to take me as deep as she usually did.
“Relax,” I commanded, moving my hips up to fill her mouth more. “Relax your fucking throat.”
She mumbled something around my cock, and the vibration made everything better. I wanted to come down her throat. I wanted to see the struggle in her eyes as she tried to swallow all of my cum. She looked beautiful struggling.
Fuck. Nothing about this made me feel like I won. She had too much power over me. I wanted to only use her. Use her without feeling anything.
It should have been so easy. Yet it wasn’t.
Priscilla’s throat relaxed, and I went even deeper. “Just like that,” I said without even thinking and saw the soft light in her eyes.
Why the fuck did I do that?
I needed to reverse. “Such a good cocksucker. That is all you are good for, aren’t you, Priscilla? Just a three-holed slut for my pleasure. Nothing more.”
She kept going. My words didn’t hurt her. Not even close.
Fury consumed me, and I slapped her cheek. “Aren’t you, Priscilla?” Her teeth grazed my cock, and I let out a loud groan. “Be careful!”
She tried but failed. Normally this was easy for her because of her lack of gag reflex, but this time she gagged on my cock and pulled back, resisting my hold on her. Tears were running down to her cheeks beautifully. She was struggling with this. Maybe it was because I was harsher, or because of the slap or just the overall intensity of the situation.
Priscilla took a breath and put a hand on my thigh to stay away. She coughed and looked back at me. I was not done. I wanted to guide her head back on my cock, but I knew she didn’t want that. I wasn’t supposed to care. She was nothing.
Yet using my physical strength to win this was the equivalent of losing.
When Priscilla looked up at me with trust in her teary eyes. My hand on her hair flexed. I was not going to push her for something she didn’t want.
But then she did something. She nodded at me. She gave me permission to push her back. She gave me her permission to force her on my cock. Out of instinct, I pushed her back and watched her struggle around my cock once again.
At that moment, I realized there was no way for me to win this. I was a goner. I always felt during sex, but with Priscilla, it never disappeared. With Priscilla, I felt so much more.
I was playing a losing game.
Frustrated, I pushed Priscilla away, and she looked up at me, confused. I clasped her waist and, with a swift movement, changed out spots. She was now on the chair, and I was leaning over her. Her legs opened at once for me with eagerness, and my cock brushed her wetness. How could a man fight this off?
How could a man stand strong against Priscilla Mazzoni?
“I hate this,” I rasped and pushed my tip inside Priscilla’s pussy.
She gasped at the feeling of my dick inside her, and I wanted to eat her up. I wanted to consume her.
With a moan of my own, I thrust and filled her all the way. Her sweet pussy was only filled up by me. Only mine and impossible to resist.
One hand remained on her waist, but the other one went to her head, angling it upright so she would look at me. “I hate that I cannot act like you are nothing to me. I hate that I cannot fuck you without feeling.” I gave her a harder thrust, and she moaned, writhing beneath me.
She shook her head between shaky breaths. Her body was moving up and down with my fucking, and she looked absolutely magnificent.
“Never,” she whispered with a raw voice and moaned again as I hit her spot. “I will never be nothing to you.”
I wanted to tell her she was wrong. I wished for her to be wrong.
