I sit up, pulling my sweatshirt over my head in one motion. “Not a bad idea,” I murmur, reaching for his belt, fingers working the buckle open before tugging his jeans down his hips.
His cock springs free and holy fucking shit. He’s massive. Thick and hard and straining toward me. I lick my lips. I’ve always been an enthusiastic blowjob girl, but this is a fucking treat.
“Emma...” he warns, his hand fisting in my hair.
I smile up at him, as sweet and innocent as I can manage while kneeling in front of his cock. “What? I just want a taste.” I blink up at him through my lashes.
I take him into my mouth slowly, inch by inch, savoring it, and the sound he makes is worth every single one of my pathetic shower fantasies. Low and guttural, like I’ve broken something loose inside him. His hand tightens in my hair,guiding but not forcing, letting me set the pace even though I can feel the tension coiled in his thighs, how badly he wants to just take me.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Fuck, Emma, your mouth?—“
I look up, meeting his eyes while my lips are stretched around his cock, and his expression is almost feral. The dim light catches the sharp line of his jaw and the way his chest heaves with every ragged breath.
“Oh damn, Emma, damn.” His thumb traces my cheek, impossibly gentle compared to the death grip he has on my hair. “You have no idea how good you look right now. How many times I’ve pictured you just like this.”
I knowexactlyhow good I look with his cock in my mouth. I hum around him and his hips jerk forward, shoving himself deeper than I was ready for. I gag a little and he starts to pull back, starts to apologize, but I grab his ass and pull him forward again. I want it. I want him to lose control. I want him to stop treating me like I’m fragile and fuck my mouth like he means it.
He gets the message.
His hand fists tighter in my hair, tilting my head back to the angle he wants, and he thrusts forward again. Harder this time. More deliberate. I moan around him and he swears under his breath, his other hand coming up to cup my jaw, thumb pressing into my cheek so he can feel himself sliding in and out.
“You like that?” He thrusts harder. “You like me fucking your pretty mouth?”
I look up at him with watery eyes and nod as best I can with my mouth stuffed full of him.Yes.Fuck yes. I love it. I love the way he’s looking at me right now, like I’m the filthiest, most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Like he wants to ruin me and worship me in the same breath.
I pull back, swirling my tongue around the head, lapping at the precum beading there. Then I take him deeper, relaxing my throat, pushing past the resistance until my nose brushes his stomach.
“Look at you,” he says. “Taking all of me like a good girl. Like you were made for this.”
The praise washes over me like warm honey, making me glow from the inside out. I want to be good for him. I want to ruin him for other women the way he’s already ruined me for other men.
“You getting wet from sucking my cock?” He pulls back and thrusts in harder. “Getting that pussy all soaked and desperate just from having me in your mouth?”
I pull off just long enough to gasp, “Yes, fuck, I’m so wet—“ and then he’s shoving back into my mouth, cutting off my words, using my throat like it belongs to him.
And right now, it does. Every part of me belongs to him.
I use my hand on what I can’t fit—which is a lot, the man is fucking gifted—and work him in tandem with my mouth. He’s losing it now, that iron control crumbling, his hips snapping forward to meet me, fucking into my fist and my throat with increasing desperation. I hollow my cheeks and suck harder.
His grip in my hair tightens until the pain bleeds into pleasure and my clit is throbbing. I’m so turned on I could come from this alone, from the taste of him and the sounds he’s making and the brutal grip of his fingers. I’ve reduced this man to nothing but raw need and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. The most powerful I’ve ever felt.
“Emma—“ His voice is wrecked, barely holding on. “I’m gonna... fuck, I’m going to come down your throat if we don’t stop.”
I pull off just long enough to look up at him. “So come down my throat. I want my reward for being such a good girl. Give it to me. All of it.”
“Fuck, fuck, Emma, I’m?—“
He comes with a groan that sounds like it’s ripped from his chest, spilling into my mouth hot and salty, and I swallow everything he gives me. Every drop. His whole body shudders,one hand still fisted in my hair, the other gripping my shoulder like I’m the only thing keeping him upright.
He pulls out slowly, his cock dragging across my swollen lips, and I gasp for air, my chest heaving. But he’s not done. He takes himself in his hand and runs the head of his cock across my mouth, smearing the last of his cum over my lips like gloss. I dart my tongue out to taste it and he groans, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Fuck, look at you.” His voice is wrecked, reverent. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” He traces his cock along my bottom lip again, painting me with him, and I open my mouth and let my tongue swirl around the tip. “The prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. My cum on your lips.”
I look up at him through wet lashes and smile, licking my lips clean while he watches, his chest heaving. “I like being messy for you.”
His thumb swipes across my chin, gathering the spit and cum there, and presses it into my mouth. I suck on his thumb without breaking eye contact.
“You’re going to kill me,” he breathes, his thumb still in my mouth, his other hand stroking through my tangled hair. “You’re actually going to fucking kill me and I’m going to die happy.”
