I brush my thumb across her stretched lips, wrapped around my cock. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks me deep, my cock disappearing into her mouth.
My chest tightens, breath harsh. I can feel my balls getting tight in her hand, pressure building deep inside and heat spreading through my body.
"You want it? You want all this cum?”
She nods frantically, not stopping, her eyes glazed over, focused on mine.
Fuck. She’s desperate for it.
Every nerve inside my body explodes to life. My hand tightens in her hair, holding her there.
"Look at me when you swallow."
She moans around my cock, and the vibration pushes me over the edge. My whole body goes rigid. My head falls back the moment my cock floods her mouth with cum. Hot andthick, it’s too much for her. She starts gagging, her eyes watering.
Nala doesn’t pull away. She keeps on sucking, her throat working to swallow everything I’m giving her. Her mouth stays on me, drawing out every last drop until she pulls back, gasping for air, lips swollen and her eyes slightly red and watering.
"Open your mouth," I say quietly. "Let me see."
She opens wide, showing me my cum pooled right there on her tongue, white and thick, filling her mouth.
Unreal. My cock twitches, even though I just came. I let out a breath.
“Alright, close it.”
She does what I tell her, and I watch her throat work as she swallows, drinking it all down. A few drops escape, tracing down her chin. She sticks out her tongue, trying to catch it before it falls. I reach out my thumb, swiping the drop she missed, bringing it to her mouth. Her lips close around it, sucking clean.
I stroke her cheek, smiling at her. "Pchyolka,” I murmur. “Look at you. You swallowed so much cum your first time. Your stomach’s filled with it now.”
She bites her bottom lip, looking down at her flat stomach and pressing a hand against it, almost like she’s feeling for it. She looks up at me and smiles. “I didn’t think it was going to taste that good. I really like it.”
I close my eyes and rub my temple to stay calm. My cock is already stirring, getting hard again. I didn’t think that was possible. When I open them again, she's still looking at me, her eyes shiny with need.
"Will you let me do it again? I like swallowing your cum.”
How did I live without her?
"Always," I tell her, my voice strained. "Fuck, Nala. You know my cum belongs to you.Ibelong to you.”
A smile spreads across her face. She looks so damn happy and satisfied, like she’s proud of herself. She leans into me, resting her cheek against my thigh, her arms wrapping around my leg. Her entire body relaxes against me, like she’s exactly where she wants to be. I slide my hand in her hair, my fingers threading through her soft curls as I sit there, watching her. Now I understand why I didn’t fuck with any other girl, avoiding relationships for so long.
Not a single other woman would’ve satisfied me the way Nala does, craving my control and never showing fear of me. She loves even the side of me I always knew would keep me from having a normal life like other men.
My woman.
Kneeling, submissive and content to be mine in every way possible.
I don’t believe in superstition, not the way my father does, or ever did, but I can’t shake the feeling that Nala was always meant to be mine as if she was made for me. There’s no other way to explain how perfect she is to me; in a way no other person could ever be.
I can’t lose what I have with her. There’s no way I’m leaving Nala behind for another man to touch, claim and enjoy while I rot in the ground. I'm coming back to her. No matter what it takes.
My hand keeps moving through her hair. “You did so well.” I tell her gently. “You pleased me.”
She nuzzles closer, looking up at me. "I love you,” she whispers. “I just want to make you happy."
"You do.” I kiss her hair. “You make me happier than I've ever been. I love you too,moya pchyolka.More than anything.”
I’ll tell her as often as she needs to hear it. I don’t care.
