My tongue darts out, swirling around him, tasting him. I can feel a fresh wave of wetness between my legs. I'm so turned on I can barely think.
He pushes in a little deeper, and this time, he's blocked my airway completely. I can feel the head of his cock deep in my throat.
I can't breathe.
Panic flares in my chest, hot and bright.
Roberto holds himself there for a long, terrifying moment. He groans, a raw, primal sound that is pure pleasure. It encourages me to hold out a little longer.
Then he pulls out, and I drag in a desperate, ragged breath.
"Breathe easy," he says gently. "You're doing so well."
I preen under his praise.
He slides into my mouth again, not as deep this time, letting me catch my breath.
"Again?" he asks.
I nod, my body trembling.
I try to relax my body and throat for him as he pushes in again, a little deeper this time. Then he pulls out, not quite giving me what I want.
He continues this rhythm, a slow, steady pump that is both a torture and a pleasure.
I tilt back, hanging my head farther off the sofa, indicating I want more. I want him to use me again, take control.
He doesn't hesitate.
He pushes in, deeper and deeper, until he's buried in my throat again. I can feel the stretch, the burn, the glorious, overwhelming fullness.
I can feel the last of my control shattering. I'm a vessel for his pleasure, a toy for him to play with. And I love it. I want more. I want everything.
He holds himself there for a moment, then pulls out.
He doesn't give me much of a chance to catch my breath.
He slides back in, a slow, deliberate invasion. I'm relaxed now, my body accepting him.
He begins to move in earnest, a steady, powerful rhythm that has my head spinning. He's taking what he wants, using my throat the way he used my pussy.
And I love it.
He pushes a thumb into my mouth alongside himself, forcing my jaw open wider.
"Tap three times if you want me to stop," he reminds me.
I would never. I want this. Iwant him.
He pushes even deeper, so deep that nothing else matters.
I can't breathe. But I don't panic. Not this time.
I trust him.
My body is humming with a current that is both terrifying and exhilarating. I'm floating, my mind quiet, my body a slave to the pleasure he's giving me. The pleasure he’s taking from me.
He's moving faster now, his hips driving into me.
