“Nuh-uh,” Erik says, tossing me to the bed.
His laughter warms my belly as he pushes me down, then swallows my cock. Right as I begin to go over, he pulls away and turns me ass up, face down, diving back in, teasing my hole with his talented tongue, then—Jesus,fuck—pushing the tip past the ring of muscle, fucking me with it.
I start getting loud, and suddenly, I’m face up again, flipped like a pancake, my cock once again in the vacuum of his mouth. I can’t help the sounds coming out of me, and when he pinches and pulls on my nipples, I see spots. I practically sob through my orgasm, cresting even higher when Erik greedily swallows every drop of my cum.
“Suck my cock,” he demands, falling back onto the soft pillows.
I hold up my finger, needing just a minute. When I finally pop up from the sheets, he chuckles.
“Baby, your hair is sticking out in every direction,” he says, barely able to speak from laughing so hard.
Fine. I find his cock and, admiring the fat head, I take him to the back of my throat, sucking and bobbing until I’ve obliterated all sense.
“Yeah, like that, baby,” he says in a cracked voice, gripping my head. “Take my cock. All of it. So good for me. Keep going…yes.”
I used to encourage guys to fuck my face because once I neutralized my gag reflex, I figured out it made them come faster. But when it’s Erik who’s not holding back, I can’t get enough.
Relaxing my jaw, I let him in as deep as he can go. We lock eyes, and I show him everything I’m feeling. Pride. Possession.KnowingI’m giving him a world-class blowjob. Determined to wreck his world and maybe play with his boundaries a bit, I push two fingers into his mouth. His eyes widen, but he sucks and licks them until they’re slick with spit.
I continue to work him up and down, sneaking my hand past his balls, circling his rim with those two slick fingers.
He surprises me by angling his hips to give me more access. “Yeah, baby, finger-fuck me.”
I push past the tight ring of muscle easily, quickly finding the nerves he lit up in me last night. I stroke them while continuing to take his entire length.
“Your lips look so good around my cock, baby…fuck…I can’t hold on another second,” he warns. Grinning around his girth, I press my fingers inside him once more.
He grabs my face as his hips jerk and buck, unloading spurt after spurt of hot cum down my throat. I swallow everything he has to give me, my eyes never leaving his.
Satisfied I’ve drained him, I pull off with a dirty, proud smile and crawl up his body to share a cum-stained kiss.
He stares at me in wonder. “How did you do that?”
I send him a look and a sardonic smile. “Years of practice.”
He wrinkles his nose, kissing me again.
“Hey,” I say, slapping his chest. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asks, looking sheepish. “Reminding you why you’re so goddamned talented?”
I shake my head. “No, dumbass. For not holding back. For fucking my throat with everything you have.”
He grimaces, and I wave my finger in his face. “Don’t make that face. So what if I had to learn all of this the hard way? I now get to use that information however I want. And what I want is to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”
His concern assuaged, he pulls me in for another filthy kiss.
“Tell me,” he says, nipping my bottom lip, “how wrong is it that I love seeing this little mouth stretched around my big fucking cock?”
“I’ll answer your question with a question—why do you like it so much?” I ask, pretty sure I know the answer.
“Aside from the visual of you practically unhinging your jaw to take it all in?” I nod, moving down to lap at his nipple as he cups the back of my head. “You liked it. You were doing it for me. For my pleasure.”
“There’s your difference,” I say between sucks, putting my palm against his to highlight my smallness against his bigness. “You’re a demanding, controlling fuck, but the thing you’re demanding is our mutual enjoyment.”
“Is that what’s in it for you?” he asks, genuinely wanting to know.
“Yes. I like how I can barely fit you into my body. I like how you enjoy my size. I’ve never seen someone so excited over my cock, I’ll tell you that much,” I say, gesturing to my comparatively humble offering.
