I don’t question him and do it without hesitation. A thick string of saliva falls from my tongue and drips all over his cock.
“Now stroke it in slow circles. Tight grip.”
I try to do exactly as he says.
“That’s it,” he says. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn gorgeous. On your knees, drool on your chin, my cock in your mouth.”
He tightens his grip on my head, and guides me back on him, slower this time, my mouth opening wider, forcing my throat to take more.
I gag when he hits the back of my throat and unconsciously try to pull back. He holds me still.
“No stopping,” he says. “Breathe through your nose. Relax your jaw. You can do this. You can do all of me.”
I nod, my eyes watering now, but I try again.
Deeper.
Sloppier.
Filthier.
“You like making me feel good?” he asks, his hips moving in time with my movements. "Fuck, Viviana You're so good at this. So, fucking perfect."
His words spur me on, and I redouble my efforts, taking him deeper, sucking harder. He curses, his body tensing, and I know he's close. I reach up, my hands gripping his thighs, my nails digging into his skin.
“Use both hands now. Stroke and suck…yeah, like that…fuck, I’m not gonna last.”
He warns me, but I don’t pull back.
Instead I suck harder as he comes with a roar, his body shuddering, his cock pulsing in my mouth. I swallow every drop, my body throbbing with need, my pussy aching for his touch.
He pulls out, breathing heavy. I look up at him, my eyes wide and pleading. He smiles, and reaches down to help me to my feet.
"I’m not done with you yet. On the bed," he says. "On your hands and knees."
I obey, my body already trembling with anticipation. He positions himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips. His cock is already hard again, poised at my dripping entrance. I push back against him, begging for him to fill me, to claim me.
He enters me in one swift, powerful thrust, and I cry out, my body stretching to accommodate him. He starts to move, his hips slamming against mine, his cock filling me completely. I meet every thrust, my body responding to his, my pleasure building with each stroke.
"Damon," I moan. "Please. I need more."
He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit, and he starts to rub, his touch firm and insistent. I cry out, my body convulsing, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. He doesn't let up, his fingers and cock working in tandem, drawing out my pleasure until I'm shaking.
Only then does he let himself go, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he comes deep inside me. He collapses on top of me, his body covering mine completely.
We lie there silently, slowly returning to normal. He rolls off me, pulling me into his arms, and I rest my head on his shoulder, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
"This is your last warning," he says deadly serious. "Next time you are disrespectful to me, I won't be this gentle. I’m serious. Do not talk back to me again."
I nod, dazed and numb, but somewhere inside, something clicks into place. I don't know if I should be terrified... or grateful.
Maybe both.
Because whatever this is, whatever we've become.
I want more.
Even if it destroys me.
