I love it when he begs.
I give in and open my mouth, our eyes meeting when he slides his thick cock back into my mouth, nudging my throat with its head. Oh, God, he’s sobig.And once he’s a bit deeper, I feel the sides of my jaw strain to keep my teeth away.
“I feel like I need to rut against your face. Tap out if you need to,” he adds, which is surprisingly gentlemanly of him, given that he’s probably horny out of his mind.
I roll my tongue over the underside of his cock, blissing out despite my jaw getting a workout. I didn’t really do that much deepthroating back in the day, but I’d rather let him choke me with that monster than reveal how little experience I have.
I choke the moment he pushes in, but I grab his hips when he attempts to back away. I don’t need to breathe. Air is for non-suckers, and I so very, very much want him to have his way with me.
My eyes water, and a tear rolls down my cheek as he pushes in again, probing at the back of my throat. In this moment, my whole existence is about letting him in, tasting him, making him so hooked on me he wouldn’t even dream of trying to wiggle out of our engagement. This man will never again deny me.
It’s a struggle, but as I imagine him over me, big hands in my hair while the candlelight casts shadow over my blissed-out features, my muscles go lax, and I can feel his cock force its way deeper, until I’m lightheaded again.
“Fuck yess…” Dalton grunts, his cock pulsing in my mouth with the urgency of his arousal. “I’m gonna cream your sore throat…”
He pulls back, just to thrust in again. He does that a few times, but then has no more mercy for my mouth, and I don’t fight him.
His dick glides back and forth over my tongue like a piston. He has my hair in a firm grip, but I’m not going anywhere, only encouraging him with the way I stroke my hands up and down his strong stomach.
I change position without thinking, and while I’m still choking on his girth, I’m proud of being able to accommodate him. It’s so uncomfortable, yet it feels so good.
Saliva drizzles out of my mouth, and I palm myself through my pants, because all I can think about is that he is mine, and that he wants me so much he can’t help himself. My ass throbs with the memory of how he fucked me just days ago.
I try to pull back, suck on his cockhead to give my throat a bit of relief, but this time it’s him who doesn’t let me. I don’t tap out though. I’m not a loser. A person can survive six minutes without air.
His thighs go rigid, and the raspiness of his voice caresses my spine when cum shoots down my gullet. I feel his dick throb inside me and shiver, clawing at him.
“Oh God… so good, so good… That’s it, swallow it all.” Dalton’s needy moans are making me rock my hips back and forth in a useless search for friction. I’m already in love with his salty-bitter taste, but getmore of it on my tongue when he pulls out enough for me to catch a breath through my nose.
His cum pools in my mouth, under my tongue, coats my teeth, and gums, and I can hardly bear how excited it makes me. My knees are trembling, and now I’m the one with the needy movements. Right now, I don’t even find the way he strokes my hair for a job well done patronizing.
I shove my pants down and take myself in hand, desperate to relieve the pressure in my balls. “Yes… fuck me,” I mumble, panting as I catch my breath.
Dalton goes down to his knees right in front of me, still holding my head and dives right in for a sloppy kiss. “You’re so hot, so fucking hot,” he mumbles between one kiss and another, but before I know it, he slaps my hand away from my cock.
I don’t recognize myself in the whine of protest I make, but then he’s on me, showing me exactly how he pinned down men when wrestling. I’m face down, hand locked behind my back, and Dalton slides his hand between my legs to grab my rock-hard erection.
I’m losing it, rocking against him like a cat in heat, even though I know he can’t fuck my ass now. Still, his weight on top, the furious way he jerks me off, makes me melt into a puddle of arousal, and then I’m coming. On his hand, on my precious hardwood floor, drooling all over it for good measure.
Dalton doesn’t let me go and settles on top like a sated lion.
Now that I’ve emptied my balls, I do feel a little guilty about the aphrodisiac, but he doesn’t need to ever find out about it.
Chapter 10
Dalton
Myreliefissoimmense it’s as though I blacked out for a moment. The potency of my arousal is steaming off my body as my brainpower trickles back.
It seems my conviction isn’t worth shit when Corvus is in the room, luring me in with dinner and sultry looks. Does he have any idea what power he has over me? It has nothing to do with the cage, or the debt. For my sake, I hope he never finds out the extent of it.
I run my hands over his sides with a happy groan.
I usually last longer, so I’m a bit embarrassed about how things have gone down, but I can’t take it back now. I’d rather sweep it under the rug and not mention that at all. What matters is that I got him off.
He keeps his eyes closed as he pants for air, seed cooling between our bodies. I seize the moment and focus on his face, which looks so much softer in the afterglow. His features are angular, sharp, but relaxation smooths out the tension around Corvus’s eyes, and the lips still glossy with my cum and saliva invite me in. I want to cream them for the second time, and if I had the energy to get hard againnow—
Corvus hums and pries his eyes open. “It’s getting late.”
