Cignette grins and slides down my legs, then grabs the waistband of my tracks and pulls. I lift a little, and she drags it all the way down before letting it fall to the floor.
She looks at my cock, then, and sucks in a breath when she sees the slightly curved barbell pierced across my crown. The large beads on either side of my dick’s head are coated in precum, and as Cignette licks her lips before meeting my eyes, I grin and make a come-hither gesture.
She gets on all fours and crawls the small distance to me, and when she’s close, I fist her hair and pull her head back before spreading my legs wider.
“Your mouth – open it for me,” I order.
She does.
I use my other hand to roughly cup her jaw, then lean in before tugging her bottom lip between my teeth. “So fucking compliant today, Little Swan,” I remark, then spit into her mouth. “Don’t swallow.”
She grabs the wrist of my hand that’s on her jaw, then digs her nails into my skin.
I grin again. “Pull your tongue out.”
She makes a sound of protest, but when I raise a brow at her, she does what I’ve told her to. Her tongue is filled with my saliva, which makes my cock harden further.
I bend and spit into her mouth again, then yank at her hair a second time. “Now, be a good girl and suck my cock,” I tell her.
She shudders a little, and moans sharply when I all but shove her face towards my groin.
Cignette drops my saliva onto my cock, then mixes it with the precum before rubbing it over the entire length of me. She takes one of the beads between her teeth and tugs, making my hips buck on their own accord as pleasure zaps through my balls.
“Take me in your mouth, Cignette.Now,” I say to her, feeling a hot flush creep up my chest and shoulders.
She squeezes my base with unforgiving pressure, then parts her lips before sucking on my crown. She moans, and the sound vibrates against my skin.
I push her head lower, forcing her to take more of me. “Suck harder.” Her mouth feels warm and firm, and my spine stiffens with how fuckinggoodshe feels around me.
She relaxes her jaw and continues to suck, and a few strands of her hair fall out of my grasp, brushing against the insides of my thighs.
I press her face even closer, and she gags. But I don’t stop; I keep my hold steady.
Cignette claws at my abs, tries to move back, but it’s futile.
“Choke on it,” I grit out, then look at the mess she’s made on my dick with her drool and tears.
She once again digs her nails into my skin – this time on my pelvis – then takes me to the very back of her throat.
I tip my head back and cry out, becausefuckme, I feel myself draw up close to my release by that single move alone.
I pull her head back, and she gasps audibly. Letting go of her hair, I let her breathe for a couple of seconds, then wrap my fingers around her throat and bring her mouth to mine.
I kiss her – hard enough that it makes my vision hazy. I kiss her, because she’s so damn delicious and I can’t help but force her lips apart and thrust my tongue into her eager mouth.
And I kiss her, because I’m a madman; because I’m helpless to her taste, to her smell.
She breaks the kiss, and I grab her left thigh before bringing her over to straddle me again.
I let go of her throat and wrap my fingers around my erection, then start rubbing my crown over her wet cunt.
Cignette bites her lower lip and smirks at me – her dark gaze far more depthless than it usually is.
I smirk back at her, and can’t help but admire her disheveled state. Her hair’s a mess; her cheeks are tinted red. Her lips are a little swollen, and her eyes still hold tears from the brief face-fucking.
“You’re avision,” I tell her honestly. “A beautiful illusion come to life.”
Her eyelashes touch the tops of her cheeks as she blinks, and her face flushes to a deeper shade of red at my compliment.
