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Anyone could ever do to anyone.
And —
I hear it first rather than feel it.
His palm smacking me on the ass.
Did he just… spank me?
Before I can adjust to the sudden turn of events and the burn on my ass cheek, he growls, “This is a lesson, remember? You wanna be a good whore for me, Firefly, then get to fucking work. I’m not letting this pussy come until I’m touching the back of your throat and all you can breathe is me.”
He finishes that with another smack, and despite the burn and minor annoyance, I do get to work.
Because I can’t be selfish.
Although I don’t know if sucking his dick is much of a lesson or even a punishment. Because again as soon as I lick the tip, I moan. His cinnamon-y flavor explodes on my tongue and this time without getting distracted, I crack my jaw wide open and envelop him with my lips. And when I do that, I get to touch those ladder-like studs and yeah, not a punishment at all.
More like a reward.
For me and for him as well.
He got them to hurt himself, didn’t he? To punish himself for that night.
So tonight I reward him.
I make him feel good as I lick them and flick them with my tongue, feeling the delicious weight of the metal on my tongue. Their delicious taste mixed in with his cinnamon flavor. And I think I do a little too well because not only does his body jump and twitch under me, but his mouth on my cunt falters.
It makes me smile.
And suck on him harder.
Grip him with both hands — he was right though; I do need both hands to hold him — and just go crazy over his beautiful cock.
Although I’m not sure how he knows that I’m reveling in making him lose control but he does. Because he smacks my ass again, making me jump and undulate my hips, and he uses those rough large hands of his to part my cheeks and really go to town on my completely exposed pussy.
After that, it becomes a contest I think.
We’re both licking and sucking and rubbing.
I’m riding his face while he’s riding my mouth.
I dance over him, my hips writhing, and he shakes under me, his thighs straining and jumping.
I’m opening my mouth as far as it will go, uncaring of the pain, the soreness that’s starting to creep in and will be in full swing tomorrow, and taking him in deep, choking with my tries, gagging and making a mess on his dick and his balls. And he’s sucking on my pussy lips, nudging my super sensitive clit with his nose, and gosh, I can feel it. I can feel my juices gushing out and him drinking them as fast as they come.
Transforming him.
Making him reborn.
Making me even more determined to make it good for him.
The best he’s ever had.
So I don’t give up.
I keep trying to take him in as much as I can, going up and down on his length that’s probably as slippery with my drool now as my dripping pussy. All the while feeling something swirl and tighten up in my belly, rocking my hips over his tongue, riding his face.
I think I have it all under control though.
I think I’m going to last until I make him touch the back of my throat.
But all my plans are derailed when I feel a pinch.
Down there.
It’s not from his fingers or his lips.
It’s from his teeth.
From the little nip he doles out to my clit and all my focus, my hard-won control and dedication to worship his dick goes down the drain and I come. His length slips out of my mouth and I arch my back, moaning and shaking, and thinking that this will never stop.
This earthquake in my body, in my pussy.
Especially if he doesn’t stop sucking on it.
The more he sucks and drinks me down, the more I drip and gush and the more my thighs shake.
At one point I think I pass out, even though my body is still jerking and writhing. Because the next thing I know I’m on my hands and knees and he’s behind me. I have no clue as to how that happened. How he managed to get away from under me and position me without me knowing anything at all.
All I know now is that he’s lining up his saliva-drenched cock with my still clenching pussy, ready to enter.
And I say, wiping my the drool off my mouth, “W-wait.”
He looks up, his chest all shiny from sweat and my juices, his mouth shiny as well, his chest heaving so rapidly like a hurtling train.
“You haven’t…” I can’t quite catch my breath but I persevere. “You didn’t come and —”
My words end in a startled gasp and a shocked, high-pitched moan that’s almost a scream.
