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I release his cock, sitting up and slapping his balls.
He grabs them, letting out a grunt as he guards them from me. “Don’t hit them like that.”
“Don’t push my head down. If you want to get your dick sucked, you’re doing it my way,” I reply.
A man will never argue with you if he knows he’s getting lucky. In my experience, they’re sex obsessed, and Danya proves to be the same. The only difference between him and the other guys is that I’m actually going to give him what he wants if he’s nice to me.
I push his hand away from his balls, leaning down and taking them into my mouth gently. I tug his cock as I do this, putting him at ease again. He sighs, and the sound of his voice sends a shiver through me.
God, I want him to cum so bad. I can practically taste him already.
I tease him by holding his balls between my teeth before moving back to his cock, sucking and going as deep as I can without choking. I know he’d love for me to gag on him like a whore, but I’m not a whore. I’m his wife, and I’m going to make sure he knows that.
My technique must be good because he’s panting now, barely able to keep still as I blow him. He’s going to explode, but I’m not willing to let it happen so quickly. I’m going to use his own pleasure against him.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, and that’s my signal to stop.
I pull away, holding his cock tight at the base and feeling it twitch at the sudden loss of stimulation. “Beg for it, or you’re not getting anything,” I say, keeping my voice deep and sultry.
“Suck it,” he urges, pushing his hips up like that’s going to convince me to let him cum.
No, he needs to beg.
I grab his balls, squeezing them lightly but increasing the pressure as I speak. “Beg for it, and I’ll let you cum. I’m going to make it feel so good, too. I’ll drink it all like a good girl, but only if you do exactly what I say.”
His voice is tight and desperate. “What do you want me to say?”
“Say please, for starters.”
“Please.”
“Please what?” I ask, letting go of his balls and grabbing his cock again.
“Please let me cum,” he says, the words coming out with so much reluctance that I’m tempted to ruin his orgasm by letting go once he starts spurting.
But I’m not that cruel. He did what he was told to do, and now he gets his reward. That’s how you train them to behave.
I start sucking him again, using my tongue graciously, worshipping his cock like he deserves after being a good boy. He’s going to get exactly what he wants, but only because he asked nicely.
I feel his body tensing again, and his cock swells as he begins to climax. I touch my pussy with my free hand, rubbing my clit as he cums in my mouth. The sensation is incredible, and the taste isn’t at all offensive.
He shudders beneath me, and I feel the power of my sexual abilities in his labored breath. I’m in control this time. He’s my toy.
As he relaxes, I swirl the cum in my mouth, mixing it with my own spit to make it even bigger. I have one last surprise for him.
I crawl up to him, and he takes me in his arms, probably assuming I’ve swallowed his load already.
I haven’t.
I grab his cheeks, kissing him fully and opening my lips to release the cum into his mouth. To my surprise, he takes it, and to my even greater surprise, I want it back. I don’t want him to swallow what I earned.
“Give it back to me, baby,” I say, and he spits it back into my mouth.
I swallow this time, tasting his essence and reveling in the flavor. I want more, but I know he’s already drained. He’s not going to be able to cum again for at least another hour.
I collapse onto him, running my fingers through his thick hair and feeling his cock pulse gently against my thigh. It’s terribly difficult to be angry at him after all that. For now, I forget that he’s a monster, and I see him as my loving husband again.
My filthy, loving husband.
