"Good," he murmurs. "Good."
The head of his cock is slick with pre-cum, and it slides past my lips and onto my tongue. I close my lips around him and suck.
"Mmm," he growls, and his hips buck.
The move shoves his cock a fraction deeper, and I choke, eyes watering.
He eases back. "Okay?"
"Yes," I gasp, and take him deeper.
"Fuck," he growls, and his hand in my hair tightens.
He rocks forward, and I taste him on my tongue, a little salty, a little sweet. His hand is a band on my head, fingers digging in, holding me, and the power is there again, in the way his breathing shifts, the way he's using me for his pleasure.
His pace quickens, and my jaw aches. He's hitting the back of my throat now, and I choke every couple of strokes.
I can feel myself dripping onto the rug, and I have a sudden, wild urge to taste him after he’s fucked me, to know what I taste like. What we taste like together.
"Fuck," he gasps, and his thrusts are harder, deeper. "I'm going to come in your mouth, Bella, and you're going to swallow every drop, capisci?"
Yes, I try to say, but it's a garbled mess.
He drives deep, and I gag, my eyes watering.
My hands automatically go to his thighs and squeeze.
He freezes mid-thrust.
"Hands behind your back," he snaps.
I obey.
"Good girl," he whispers, but he doesn't continue. He pulls back.
"Do you need me to stop?" he asks.
"No," I say automatically. "Keep going."
"Are you sure, Elena?"
I shift on my knees, leaning forward. There's a pull on my hair where he's still holding me tight.
"Yes, please," I beg.
"Open," he says again, and the moment I do, he thrusts forward and starts fucking my throat again, the pace fast, hard.
My eyes water. My jaw aches.
"You look so good on your knees, Bella," he rasps. "So beautiful with my cock down your throat."
He drives in deep, and a sob escapes me, tears falling down my cheeks.
He pauses, and I shake my head and suck, urging him to continue.
He does, driving in and out, a little more gently. His pace quickens, and then he's driving in hard, the thrusts relentless.
He's close, the tendons standing out on his neck, his teeth bared. His hand is a brutal fist in my hair, and it hurts and feels so, so good.
