Calista obeys, her mouth opening slightly as her tongue sneaks out to greet me.
Digging my fingers into the soft planes of her jaw, I tilt her head back and spit onto the waiting piece of flesh. Watch my saliva run down the sides of her tongue until she pulls it back in her mouth and looks up for more.
“Go on, darling. My cock isn’t going to free itself.”
Long, sharp fingernails grip the hard ridge of my zipper and tug it down. Calista purrs, soft and low, as the sparkly end of my cock springs up to meet her.
“Such a pretty boy, Devil.”
Nudging her cheek against my cock, she strokes me lazily, running her nails up and down the sides. I watch her nuzzle my cock and bite the barbell at the end, the tug of her teeth releasing a guttural groan from my throat.
“So reactive to my touch, aren’t you?”
Another coo, except this time I’m not entirely sure who she’s talking to.
“You know what to do, Miss Drache.” Thrusting forward, I press the tip against the seam of her mouth “That lipstick better be smeared off by the time you’re done.”
“I love it when you’re bossy.” Another purr that follows the scrape of her teeth, “Grab my hair and fuck my face like you mean it, baby.”
This fucking woman.
Blonde curls get crushed within my grip as I yank her head back and shove my cock down her throat. She gags slightly but holds steady as I pull out, letting the barbell slide along her tongue before thrusting forward again.
“Fuck, Calista.”
Pumping my hips, I hold her head in place, watching a string of saliva trickle down her chin.
“You feel so fucking good.”
Her throat constricts around me, a low hum that vibrates along my shaft. I shudder at the sensation, feeling the sting of her nails hit the back of my thighs.
“It’s not your turn yet, darling.”
Pleasure dances across Calista’s face as the promise escapes my chest. She lets me fuck her face without complaint, swallowing me down to the hilt before bobbing her head back up again.
Molding and massaging my ass, I feel her fingers start to tease my hole. Apply a little bit of pressure and ease off, just circling the rim without any sort of intrusion.
But so help me God, I want the fucking intrusion.
As if my dick wasn’t hard enough, the sensation of almost being fingered has it thickening, straining against the captivity of Calista’s mouth. I feel like a madman tittering on the edge of a cliff, just waiting for someone to shove me off.
“More.”
A demand that comes off as a plea, I’m stuck in a trap between Calista’s wicked tongue and her equally vicious fingers.
Her mouth comes off my cock with a pop, “But you said it wasn’t my turn.”
“I don’t care whose fucking turn it is. I need you to stick your fingers up my ass.”
Swollen, smeared lips curve into a wicked grin.
“Just my fingers?” Flames flicker in her eyes as she leans back and flicks the spit off my dick, “I think we can do better than that.”
The queen kneeling at my feet stares at me with a challenge glinting in her eyes. An unspoken test, a silent trial that I have no intention of ever backing down from.
Because when it comes to Calista Drache, there are no such things as broken promises.
Not where I’m fucking concerned.
