“That’s one hell of a mouth you got, baby. Maybe I should fill it with my cock.” I hummed my
approval at his idea. “You want that, baby? I was going to suck you off, but you’re just greedy enough
I might change my mind. Would you let me choke you with my dick?”
Oh god, please!
I nodded, not releasing his fingers. I watched with wide eyes as William stood, flicking open the
button on his own pants with his free hand. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth, leaving a trail of
spit dangling from my mouth. He leaned down, licking the saliva from my chin before shoving me
backward as he forced his tongue into my mouth. This wasn’t the slow, tender kisses from earlier.
This was a man who was on the verge of losing control. My dick grew even harder from the
knowledge that I had him this turned on. I was beginning to wonder if William’s addiction was
kissing. Fine by me if that was the case.
He backed away just as quickly as he’d attacked, leaving his open jeans at eye level. My mouth
watered, desperate to finally taste him. In all my life, my body had never responded this way during
sex. “Show me. Make Daddy proud of what a hungry little cocksucker you are.”
I squealed when William gripped me by the hips, pulling my ass to the edge of the cushion. He
bent down, curling his hand around the front of my neck as he shoved his tongue inside my mouth. I
threw my arms around his waist, helpless to do anything but take everything he was giving me. I
gasped when his grip around my neck tightened. I should be frightened. He had me completely under
his control, and it would be so easy for him to keep squeezing until it was physically impossible for
me to draw a breath. But I wasn’t scared; I was ready to bust a nut at the realization. I liked it.
“You like that, boy?” I nodded. “One of these days, you’ll trust me enough to give me complete
control.” He kissed me again, quick and fierce, before biting my bottom lip. “You want me to control
you? You want me to decide when you get to breathe?”
That should not have been as hot as it was. My hips bucked off the couch, searching for any
friction I could get.
“I am going to fuck your mouth now, Corey,” he warned me. “I’m not going to be gentle. Is that
okay with you?”
I nodded.
“Not good enough,” he snapped. “If I ask for you to tell me if you’re okay with me doing
something to you, I expect you to respond to me.”
