I tighten my grip on his jaw and push my cockhead between his lips once more. His voice is muffled as his tongue darts out to lick my slit.
I push my cock into his mouth and he opens for me without a fight, his body loose like thread underneath my grip. This…
This isn’t usually how things go, not even with Garrett. Usually once I come, I’m good. Spent. Ready to pass out.
Especially after a night of drinking. But there’s something about this man that has me flipping switches everywhere. Inside my brain, my cock, my heart.
God, I knew he was trouble. He’s going to fucking kill me, I can feel it. Because I’m not ready to end this perfect date with Prince Charming.
“I can’t hear you,” I bite as I thrust my cock into the back of his throat again. I watch his eyes flutter shut and he drops his hands from my asscheeks. And then I catch where they land. Right over his gleaming erection. My own throbs in response, knowing it’s because of me. Because he likes this.
He likes my command, my dominance.
His hand wraps around his cock and I smack it away. His mouth tightens on my cock, his surprise evident.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” I bite. “I told you, you can have whatever you want, but you have to be a good boy for me, Jacob, and listen to me. Good boys get rewards.”
I use one hand to hold his head in place so he can’t move it. So he’s stuffed with my cock and can’t speak.
“Do you understand?” I ask, my voice low and dark. He nods. His eyes are hazy and he looks up at me with an expression caught between interest and pain.
I like it more than I should.
I grip his hair. “Say it.”
I loosen my grip as my hand shakes. My cock throbs, once again fully erect.
Tears prickle Jacob’s eyes as I thrust into his throat as he tries to speak. His words come out muffled around my cock and I can feel his pulse race beneath my palm on his neck. I watch his cock,or more aptly the clear, sticky drips of precum sliding down his shaft as his cock twitches.
He wants this just as bad as I do.
Because he’s perfect.
“Yes, Sir,” he says.
“Good boy,” I say as I pull out of his mouth, giving him a chance to breathe. I push him back onto the bed and he falls with ease.
I kneel between his legs and remove his shoes, and I’m not even embarrassed to admit it takes a few times for me to actually get them off completely and to remove his feet from his pants and underwear. I crawl up his body on the bed, removing his shirt completely so that he’s completely naked before me.
I straddle his legs so he can’t move, but I’m not sure he could if he wanted to, judging by the way his chest is heaving and his pupils are still blown.
Not to mention his cock is weeping precum, and I have a feeling neither of us are going to last long, but I try not to think about that. I don’t usually come twice in a row. In fact, I’ve never done such a thing with another person before.
His hands slide up my chest and over my neck as he looks up at me with hazy eyes.
“I said I was sorry,” he whispers, but it’s not remorseful. It’s hopeful. It’s full of want and desire, and I realize all at once, this is what he wants.
I’d rather ask forgiveness than permission.
I grin at him as I settle my cock against his and keep my gaze trained on him as I offer him two fingers at his lips. I hold his gaze.
“Suck.”
I expect him to be a little brat—because if it wasn’t obvious to me before, it is now—but he doesn’t put up a fight. He licks his lips and leans forward and wraps his perfect mouth around myfingers and sucks like a fucking vaccuum cleaner. Hard. My cock throbs against his and I have to focus on not coming, which is a lot harder than it should be, all things considered.
“Good boy.”
He laves his tongue around my fingers, and I pull them out.
