I’m completely under his power, and I love how he’s not just taking over but actually taking care of me. Coming in for a sensual, deep kiss, he shares my intimate scent with me before moving down my neck. He straddles my belly, and I reach for his proud, sharply curving cock, imagining what it’ll do to my insides.
He catches my hands, using his thumbs to massage the meaty parts of my palm. Stretching my arms above my head, he noses my armpit, the tickle and the stretch fucking erotic. The sensations are so intense that he has to clamp down with his knees to prevent me from arching up.
Dragging my head between his legs, he angles his cock toward my mouth, pushing it past my lips. He grabs the windowsill above my bed and shifts his hips, stroking himself in and out of my mouth. I greedily take him in, slurping on his fat mushroom head, loving the shape.
All the while praises pour out of his mouth.
“Such a good, beautiful boy.”
“You have the perfect mouth, Ignacio.”
“You’re taking me so well, Ignacio.”
Needing relief, I whimper around his thick, pretty cock.
“Patience, Ignacio. I’m not done with you.”
“Yes, Dr. Barlowe.”
He goes back to fucking my mouth, making me take his cock deeper and deeper.
“Such a good cocksucker, Ignacio,” he grunts, pushing all the way in, then gagging me with short, fast thrusts to the back of my throat.
He pulls back. “Too much?”
I shake my head. “More, please.”
His eyes heat, and he once again feeds me his engorged cock, choking me with it until my eyes water.
“So beautiful,” he whispers, thumbing the tears from my eyes.
He pulls out of my mouth and lets me scoot back up to the pillows, stopping to kiss and praise me as he runs his cock alongside mine.
Shifting back, he grabs the lube from my side table and smooths it over his hard curved cock. He presses my knees toward my chest, smearing lube on my exposed hole, stretching me with one finger, then two.
Setting my right foot over his shoulder, he leans in to cup my jaw, turning my face to his.
“Yes?” he asks softly.
I nod. “Please.”
“Still good to go bare?” he asks, notching against me.
“I need it, Dr. Barlowe.”
With his eyes capturing my gaze, my mouth drops open as he slowly, painfully, perfectly stuffs me full of his cock.
“Oh, good boy. Keep taking it, Ignacio. Yes, like that. So, so good.”
Angling my hips, I start babbling about the perfection of his cock. Words like curved, thick, fat, and perfect tumble from my lips.
“Fuck me, Dr. Barlowe. Breed me, mark me.Please.”
Nearly pulling out, he snaps his hips forward, over and over.
“So you’re my dirty boy, Ignacio? You want my cum?”
“Yes, Dr. Barlowe,” I pant.
