“Suck,” I tell her. Her lips wrap tight around the head.
I groan as she suckles the tip of my cock. I could live like this for hours every day. Not a word, just her cheek resting on my thigh as she sucks my cock with that blissed-out face she gave me before.
My cock jerks in her mouth as I remember it. That look was dangerous. It was asking me to do whatever I wanted to her.
Sophie’s suckling the head of my cock on her knees for so long that she’s probably pruned the damn thing. I press deepinto her mouth, giving her my whole cock. My knees settle on the edge of the bed next to her head. She’s completely trapped now.
I want to work my way all the way down—feel her struggle around my size. I stroke into her mouth with purpose. Tears form in the sides of her eyes as I keep hitting the opening to her throat.
She must realize things are about to get hard because she struggles again. Concern flashes in her eyes while her lips are stretched around my thick cock. I grip her hair and don’t let up. I’ve caught her, she’s mine.
But the back of her mouth is so tight that I can’t get further in. I pull her up from the ground. Her swollen lips look so delicious that I can’t help but kiss them. I lick into her mouth, tasting the faint hint of me. Her makeup is smudged under her eyes, and there’s drool on her chin. Sophie’s a mess from being my good little therapist.
“Lay on the bed with your head hanging off the end.” She hesitates, so I grab her. She gasps and instinctively fights as I drop her on the bed, positioning her just right. I pull her head down, making it hang off the edge between my legs.
Her hands press against my thighs as I get my cock back in her mouth and press in deep.
“Relax,” I pant. It’s the only warning she gets before I slide my way back. I push through the tight entrance and finally invade her throat. I stop and groan. The tight muscles of her throat constrict around my glans as her body tries to force me back out with a gag.
“Sophie, baby,” I moan, unable to stop myself. I pull out, and she takes a deep breath. I push into her again, slipping down her throat.
“Oh, good girl,” I rasp as I feel the same bliss as before. The way her throat massages me is mind-numbing. She grips mylegs, holding me tightly in place. I nearly come in an instant. She wants my cock over oxygen.
I pull out, letting her breathe. I want to draw this out, keep her on my cock all night. Until she forgets what it’s like to not have it.
“Be a good girl and give me what I need.” I rub the front of her throat with my thumb, wishing I was buried there this second. She takes another gulp of air and then opens her mouth wide for me to use her. God, she’s so willing. I stroke into her with deep thrusts, slow and steady, so my therapist doesn’t suffocate on my cock.
I rub her throat as I fill it again and again. I can get off quick like this, but I don’t want to. I want her trained to crave the feeling of my cock down her throat. Between thrusts, I make her suck the tip.
“Kiss every inch,” I demand, and she does it. Her puckered lips give every single inch a pretty little kiss like she loves every one of them. Only when she’s done do I settle into her throat again. When I pull out, she gasps for air before performing the ritual without prompting—kissing the tip of my cock with swollen lips.
“Open up,” I rasp. Her lips part instantly, making me shudder. “Such a good fucking girl,” I groan, lost to the pleasure as I slide down her tongue.
She whines in response to my words. It’s a cloying sound that sticks in my head as I push into her throat. I’m done for.
“Sophie,” I groan. The next time I pull out, her lips wrap around me, and she sucks before I even ask. She whines around me and grabs my hips, pulling me all the way back in.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage. Her entire body relaxes once I’m in her throat. As if my cock is the only thing she needs.
It sends me over the edge. My balls draw up, and I shoot ropes down her tight throat. Spilling that deep makes herinstinctively swallow. Wave after wave of contracting muscles pulls undignified sounds from my throat.
I pull out and nearly fall over. I feel like liquid. And Sophie has that look on her face again. The one that’s going to ruin everything. She really will let me do anything, won’t she? She’s so goddamn eager to please. I can imagine the things I can make her do. Part her pretty pussy lips and sit her on my thick cock.
Sex is off the table, but I really couldn’t give a shit when she’s giving me that dazed, needy look.
Banging on the door startles us both.
“Sophie!” It comes muffled through the front door.
“Shit,” Sophie hisses, clarity snapping back into her eyes. She rolls over and hops off the bed while trying to wipe off drool and smear her dripping makeup off her face.
“They couldn’t tell me it was tonight when I called them three million times today!” I follow on her heels, trying to shake off the thoughts I just had.That was close.
Sophie goes to the foyer and turns around.
“How do I look?” She asks. Her voice is a hoarse rasp after the gymnastics her throat was just put through. Hair sticks up in every direction. Her makeup has turned into black trails down her face. Her lips are twice the size they normally are, and it’s red all around her mouth.
“Is this one of those situations where I’m supposed to lie to a woman about how she looks?” I ask. She bares her teeth at me, fire in her eyes. “Hey, you look great to me.” Sophie sighs as she leans on my chest, standing on her tiptoes. She claws at the mask still on my head, effectively ripping it off.
