I do as he says, taking him deeper until he’s hitting the back of my throat.
“There you go,” he says, still guiding my head back and forth.
I raise my eyes to his, and he’s staring down at me, mouth parted, pure lust filling his gaze.
Keeping my eyes on his, I pick up my pace, letting his cock hit the back of my throat. I know I’m not taking him fully because my hand is still wrapped around the base of his cock.
Once I’m comfortable with the speed, I swirl my tongue around his veiny shaft.
“Yes, just like that.” Massi pulls the loose strands back out of my face, holding my hair in his grasp. I glance back up at him, and he picks up his pace, thrusting in and out of my mouth.
“Now use your hands… Work them in unison with your mouth.”
Using the saliva that’s gathered at my hand, I stroke him in conjunction with my mouth.
There’s something so powerful in not having knowledge of what I’m doing, and yet my mouth and hand are still having this effect on him. Not only that, there’s something about him coaching me through this. It’s creating this excitement deep in my core.
I pick up my pace, and his hands tighten in my hair. His chest is heaving with shallow breaths, and his head is thrown back.
“Fuck, Liana,” he moans out, so I pick up my pace even more.
His head falls forward, and the grasp he has on my hair stops what I’m doing. Letting him pop out of my mouth, with a string of saliva from my lip to his dick connecting us, I say, “What’s wrong?”
“You need to stop doing that.” His voice is breathless but filled with need.
“How come? Was I not doing it right?”
“Oh,mia moglie,” he says, shaking his head. “You were doing it just fucking fine, trust me.”
“Then let me finish.” I lean forward, taking him back into my mouth, and he lets out a moan. I use my tongue and hollow my cheeks as I drive him in and out of my mouth. I speed up a lot more this time, the comfort of knowing what to expect driving me forward.
“You… don’t… understand,” he manages to get out while I continue to take him to the back of my throat. He tightens his grip in my hair, slowing me down, but I keep him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. His eyes flicker with a heated desire.
“If you keep doing what you’re doing, I won’t be able to hold back anymore. I’m going come down this pretty little throat of yours, and I’m trying to be a fucking gentleman.”
“I don’t need you to be a gentleman, Massi. I need you to fuck my mouth the way you were imagining earlier.”
Those words seem to do the trick because he stares at me for a moment, a light sparking in his eyes, then drives my head forward and back again.
“You want me to stuff this sweet mouth of yours? To show you how deep I want you to take my cock?”
His words turn me on, and I hum out my response, which he seems to like, because he lets out another small moan.
“I don’t know if you’re ready for that, baby,” he breathes out.
“I am,” I mumble while his thick length glides in and out of my mouth.
“You sure you want to know what it’s like to choke on my cock,mia moglie?” His tone is strangled, like he’s trying to hold himself back from the desire filling us both.
I don’t know if it’s normal for your heart to skip a beat in excitement at the idea of choking on a man’s dick, but I can’t help this sexual response I’m having. The combination ofknowing I’m turning him on to such an extreme, mixed with his dirty words have me feeling…powerful. Like his pleasure is controlled by me and only me, and he can’t get enough of it.
I draw back, letting him slide out of my mouth, and peer up at him behind sultry eyes.
“Please, Massi. Show me exactly how you like it.”
“Fucking hell,” he groans out, directing his cock back to my mouth.
I part my lips, opening wide for him, and he thrusts himself in. I’ve never been so thankful until this moment to not have a gag reflex.
