Now it’s up to her to follow through.
I reach through my zipper and pull my cock out, then watch as she takes in my size.
Her eyes widen. Her mouth parts. And I hear a little hitch of surprise.
When her gaze darts back up to mine, I merely arch a brow, daring her to speak again.
But all she does is dampen her lips with her tongue.
“Open your mouth, Viviana.”
She surprises me by obeying, the simple motion making my dick throb with need.
“Wider,” I tell her, needing to be sure I can enter her properly.
Again she does as I demand, her eyes holding mine the whole time.
“This is why words of consent are unnecessary,” I inform her as I press the head of my cock to her full lips. “Actions are what matter, and right now, you’re practically begging me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
Her gaze narrows a little, and I suspect she’s about to try to speak.
So I push inside of her instead, silencing whatever she might say.
Her nostrils flare, her pupils dilating with a mixture of arousal and a hint of fear. Or maybe it’s pain. I’m stretching her mouth with my girth. “Breathe, pet. I need to see how much of me you can take, and I don’t want to accidentally suffocate you.”
At least, not for too long.
I want my pet to survive, not die.
But I meant what I said about hearing her choke on my cock. Just the notion of it has my balls tightening as I slide deeper into her wet heat.
Her palms fist against her thighs, her shoulders seeming to tighten.
“Relax,” I command. “I’ve never done this before, so I need to focus on not harming you. And I can’t do that if you’re tense.”
Because panic is an aphrodisiac that risks my control.
My beast wants to rip her apart and bring her back with my blood. Use her for pleasure, then force her to come even while she’s begging to breathe.
It’s a violent craving, one I intend to work up to.
However, I need to learn how to do this first.
And that requires intense concentration, which is hard for me to maintain when I’m worried about her hurting herself in the process.
Questions seem to radiate from her eyes as she stares up at me, but her shoulders visibly relax for me. “Good girl,” I murmur, pleased with both her acquiescence and the way she’s taking my cock. “Gods, this feels incredible.” Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. She’s so hot and wet. “Flatten your tongue.”
She does.
Because she’s made for this. Made forme.
And fuck if I don’t feel like I could already come.
I’m not even halfway inside her, my length far too long for her to take to the hilt like this. But I have to know how deep I can go.
Slowly, I feed her more, only pausing when I feel her tense again.
Pulling back just slightly, I say, “Inhale deeply for me, princess. I’m going to keep pushing, so you’re going to need to hold your breath.”
