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His hips lift again, demanding more, but I won’t give it to him. Not yet. My fingers slip under his waistband, teasing him as I lick the ridged outline of his cock again.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Please. Kennedy. Fuckingplease.” I smile up at him, my eyes lifting to the straining fists above his head.
Achingly slow, I lower his boxers until his cock comes free and slide them down his legs, tossing them to the floor. He moans as I wrap my hand lightly around him, my palm teasing him. He bucks his hips again, fucking my hand, needing the friction. I kiss his thigh and it trembles under my lips. Moving higher, I kiss the hard planes of his lower stomach before finally pressing a gentle kiss to his head.
“I didn’t think you’d tease me this fucking badly,” he says. Sweat beads along his brow, his eyes wild and dark. “Just suck my cock, Kens.Please.” He emphasizes the word, the sound near guttural, and I finally give him what he wants. My lips wrap around him and I lap at his head, swirling my tongue around him until his eyes roll back. “More.”
I push myself lower, taking more of his cock into my mouth. I lift my eyes to him again and push his cock into my throat. I swallow around him, making him choke. His hips lift again, and I open my mouth wider, letting him fuck my throat the way he wants.
His biceps strain as he pulls against the rope, his fists shaking as he bucks his hips. I brace my hand on his thigh and wrap the other around his base, squeezing as I stroke him with my mouth. My hand twists with each movement, making him groan low in his throat.
I smile around his cock as I slide my hand between his thighs. His body trembles, his eyes going wide as I press my finger against his asshole.
“Oh fuck,” he shouts. “Kens, love. Fuck.” I don’t push inside, just tease him. He spreads his legs more, planting his feet flat on the bed, silently begging for more.
I lick down his cock and suck one ball into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it. His back arches off the bed as he pants through his bared teeth. I move my mouth lower, replacing my finger with my tongue.
“Oh my God!” His hips buck as I stroke his cock with my fist, my tongue lapping at him. He pulls his legs back more, giving me more access. I squeeze him, twisting my hand around his head before stroking him to his base. My tongue presses against his ass, harder until it slips inside.
His eyes go wide, his hands jerking on the bindings. His thighs tremble as he holds back his release. I move back to his balls, sucking and stroking them with my tongue. His body is red, sweat coating his abs and chest.
“Kens,” he groans my name, and the sound goes straight to my needy pussy.
I lick up the underside of his cock, and take him deep into my mouth again. I take as much of him as I can before gagging, then pull back to focus on his tip. I do it over and over until his body is wound so tightly he looks like he’s about to explode. I’ve never felt a cock this hard before, and I know it’s because he’s holding himself back, holding in his release until he can come with me.
“Stop,” he pants. “I’m close. Stop.” I hollow my cheeks, sucking him hard, and the wooden headboard groans as he pulls on it. “Please.” He says it again, and again, I smile.
I never thought he’d beg. I never thought he’d give up control. I never thought I’d want it. But now that I have it, I think I want more.
His salty precum coats my tongue and I finally pull off him in a loud pop. He pants, his chest rising and falling exaggeratedly. I slide my panties off and kick them to the floor before lifting up on my knees. His eyes drop to my body as I unhook my bra, tossing it to the floor with the rest of our clothes.
“How badly do you want it, Ez?” I breathe as I slide my hand between my thighs. My head falls back as I slide my fingers over my swollen clit, my other hand cupping my breast roughly.
“So fucking bad,” he rasps. “Sit on my face first. I need to taste you. I can see how fucking wet you are.” My fingers slide over my clit again, faster and I let out a loud moan. I clamp my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the sound. “Be as loud as you want. No one will hear anything.”
My hips grind against my fingers and I moan louder, my pleasure rising. The wood groans again, and I finally open my eyes, my hand falling from my breast to his thigh to steady myself. I rub my clit faster and my mouth falls open. He mimics me, his brows rising as if he can feel my pleasure too.
“Come for me, love,” he whispers. A small whimper leaves my throat. My orgasm teeters on the edge, and my thighs tremble as I force my fingers to move faster. “That’s it. Let me see you come.”
My nails dig into his thigh as I come, my moan loud. It echoes around the room as my body shudders, my orgasm threatening to make me fall. My hips grind faster, chasing more pleasure as my fingers rub the last of it out of me.
“Fuck,” he breathes when I finally collapse, letting my hand fall away. I barely have enough energy to crawl up his body. I press my fingers against his mouth and he happily opens and sucks on them, his eyes on mine as he swallows everything. “On my face.”
I hesitate before moving up further. I’ve never done this before—I never knew people actually fucking did this. I thought it was just a thing in books or porn. But I should’ve known he’d want this.
I straddle his head and immediately, his lips suction around my clit. My hands grip the top of the headboard as I lift my hips, not wanting to suffocate him.
“Sit,” he growls, the vibration against my pussy making me gasp. “All the way down. Ride my face and don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Somehow, he’s taken over again. All my power and dominance has disappeared. He’s in control—he’s always in control.
Slowly, I lower myself down more, and he lifts his head, pressing his mouth harder against my pussy. My hips roll against his mouth and he growls his approval. His tongue slides against me, my body still riding the aftershocks of my orgasm.
He doesn’t slow down or start gently—he eats me like he’s starving, like he needs me to survive. My knuckles turn white on the headboard, and my stomach tightens with the promise of another release.
I ride his face like he told me to, using his mouth, his tongue, his nose for my pleasure, not caring about anything but getting off again. My hand falls to his hair and I tangle my fingers in it, roughly pulling it, making him groan. My hand tightens into a fist, and he groans again, the sound of it sending me closer to the edge.
“Almost,” I breathe. I press harder against his mouth and his tongue slides inside me. I yelp at the feeling and move my hips back, grinding my clit along his tongue. “Fuck, like that.” He holds his tongue still and lets me move my hips back and forth, my clit gliding along his stiff tongue until my release tightens my core.
