“I don’t want to wait,” I tell him as I shuffle a little further back, my hands reach for the button on his jeans, but he stops me before I can undo it.
“Baby, please. We should talk first.”
I pull back and stare at him for a few seconds. “Talk about what?”
He places his hands back on my hips, and I can feel his thumb rubbing gently up and down my skin. “We need to talk about what happened. I think we should take it slowly; I don’t want to rush you into anything you’re not comfortable with.”
I let out a long heavy sigh but then smile at him before leaning forward and placing a small kiss on his lips, resting my forehead against his. “I appreciate you wanting to make sure that I’m ok with that. And I really am ok. I took a couple of slaps from those fuckers, but that’s all, I’m good.” I grip his face and pull back so we can look at each other. I want to make sure that he hears me. “I’m horny, Wrath. And what I want right now, what I need more than anything, is for you to fuck me.”
His breath shakes and his pupils dilate, he bites his bottom lip his eyes flicking between mine, looking for any doubt I assume. But he won’t find any, not at all. I want this, I want him. I feel the pressure increase from his fingers on my hips and before I’ve have a chance to think about it, he’s stripped me of my top before wrapping his mouth around my nipple. I cry out as his sucks hard before biting down, almost hard enough to break the skin. Almost.
I place my hands on the back of his head, running up the back, just enough to let my fingers grip what hair he has. All it does is spur him on though, his mouth moving from one breast to the other.
I grind down on his dick harder and faster, needing as much friction as possible. I pull away and slide off him, dropping to my knees in front of him. He smirks and watches me, lifting his hips a little as I undo the button on his jeans and slide them down his legs.
He wraps one hand around my hair pulling tightly as I cup his balls, rubbing them, before running my hands up and down his thick shaft. He hisses, the muscles in his legs clench as I speed up my movements.
I dip my head, making sure to keep my eyes on his as I stick my tongue out and slowly run it along the slit, licking up the pre-cum as it drips from the tip.
“Fucking hell, Firecracker. You’re killing me,” he bites out, his breathing a little ragged.
I smile and I lean further forward and wrap my lips around his dick, flattening my tongue on the underside and slowly sliding down until the tip hits the back of my throat.
His hand is tight in my hair, but he doesn’t guide my head, he lets me control my movements. I stay like that for a few more seconds and then, oh so slowly, slide back up, never taking my eyes off him. I let my lips pop, letting his cock slip from my mouth. His grip tightens in my hair but again he doesn’t take control. I roll my tongue around the tip and then run it down the side of his shaft all the way down to the bottom.
Without hesitation I lick each of his balls, and then wrap my mouth around one licking and sucking while rubbing and squeezing the other. His hand tightens in my hair while his other reaches for my hand, threading his fingers through mine squeezing and I smile around his balls.
He pulls my head back tipping it so he can see my face. I lick my lips and his eyes track the movements of my tongue; I see a small smirk play across his lips.
“You have no idea how much I want to make you choke on my cock,” he tells me, his eyes dark. My heart begins to race, and my pussy starts to throb.
“So, make me,” I whisper out.
His grip tightens in my hair. “You sure?” he asks.
I give him a small smile and a nod. I like it when he’s rough, and just the thought of it has me lowering my fingers into my underwear. I suck in a breath when I run the pad of my finger over my clit and through my soaked folds.
My eyes close for a brief second but the sting of my hair being yanked has me opening them again. Wrath looks at me and shakes his head.
“Remove your hand. Nobody touches your pussy but me, and that includes you.”
I swallow, my breathing ragged and slowly remove my hand.
“Good girl. Now open that pretty little mouth of yours.” He doesn’t give me a chance to think about it, pulling my head forward and pushing his cock between my lips, he hisses as the tip hits the back of my throat, holding me there.
The tears begin to pool in my eyes and spit drips from the corners of my mouth. I place my hands on his thighs giving them a gentle squeeze, he instantly pulls me off his dick.
“Firecracker?” he questions, worry clouding his face.
I nod and smile. “I’m ok, I just needed a second.” I bite my lip looking down and then back up at his face. “More.”
“Baby?”
“More,” I tell him. I lean forward, to empathise my point that I can take more.
He hesitates for a few seconds before accepting it’s what I want and pulls my forward slamming his cock so hard into my mouth I gag when it hits the back of my throat. He guides my movements, pulling me up and then pushing me back down just as hard every single time.
I look up at him, tears running down my face, spit and cum dripping from my mouth I’m sure I look a mess, but I don’t care, and neither does he. He continues until his shaft hardens and pulses. He holds me in place as his hot cum shoots from the tip, coating my throat.
