His cock was standing up, reaching toward his stomach, and looked angrier and harder than I'd ever seen it. The steady drip of pre-cum had my mouth watering, and it seemed I finally had the permission needed to take the taste I was so desperate to have again.
At the first lick of my tongue against the bulbous head of his dick, he let out a low growl that rumbled through my entire body and went straight to my core.
His cock was too big to fully fit in my mouth. And if we were being perfectly honest it was the first one that had ever even gotten close to it, so I didn't have much of a clue what I was doing, but he seemed to enjoy it.
I licked and kissed along the long hard pole, paying careful attention to the thick vein that ran up the side. And when I gotback to the tip of his cock after sucking on the heavy balls for a while he let out a deep grunt when I pushed my tongue into the hole at the top.
The taste of his pre-cum was unlike anything I've ever come across, and I knew without a doubt that I would quickly become addicted to the flavour of him.
And then my world was turned upside down.
Master grabbed hold of my hair, pulling me closer. "Suck, pretty flower. You wanted a taste, so now you will suck it like the naughty little slut you are."
Holy fucking shit.
If it were at all possible to have spontaneous orgasms just from filthy words, I would have been blown to smithereens.
He tugged at my hair again, the sharp pain of it, bringing me back to the present and what was happening in the room. "I said suck, Jolie. Or do you want me to make you do it?"
Did I?
Oh boy...Did I?
Why did that sound so enticing?
Before I knew what was happening he had a thumb pressed against the side of my mouth, pushing in and pulling down my jaw.
And then, he was in my mouth, as far as he could go.
It was too much.Hewas too much.
But I didn't care.
I wanted more. I wanted it all.
I widened my mouth as much as I could as he—at first—slowly thrust between my lips.
The stretch bordered on painful, but I didn't care. All that mattered was milking my master and making him feel good.
The head of his cock bumped at the back of my throat, and instinctively I swallowed, thankful for the fact that I've never had much of a gag reflex so that I could please him better in this way.
His hands continued to grip my hair as he fucked my mouth while I rubbed my thighs together, desperate for any kind of friction to help me get off along with him.
Pain bloomed against my backside, up high, almost on my back. It took me embarrassingly long to realise he had leaned over as much as our position would allow so he could spank my ass.
"Your pleasure, my flower, ismine. The orgasm you stole from me in our milking chamber this morning is the last one you'll ever get without my explicit permission. Is that clear?"
I couldn't respond with him inside my mouth, so I looked up at him and nodded my head as much as I could.
"Good," he purred, sending a shiver down my spine. "Now be the perfect little slut and open up that throat so I can claim it."
I was unable to deny my master anything.
So I kept my mouth opened wide as he fucked my throat. By the time he unloaded into me, my face was a mess of spit, tears and cum.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Even if I was still horny as fuck.
