“Last question, baby, I promise. Then I’ll give you what you want and reward you with your vibrator later,” I soothe, bending down to kiss her. It’s slow and gentle and far more intimate than I think either one of us expects, but it has the effect I wanted. Her fight is gone again.
“Do you have a spit kink? I haven’t been able to tell.”
She blinks like it’s the last thing she expected me to ask. “Um… I don’t want you to spit on my face, if that’s what you’re asking.”
I grin at her. “Noted. What about in your mouth or on your pussy?”
She swallows and then nods. I’d prefer a verbal answer, but I’ll allow it. “Alright. If something happens that you don’t like, you’ll tell meimmediatelyby using yellow or red if your mouth is free and pinching the ever-loving fuck out of me if it isn’t,” I tell her, not even posing it as a question, because it isn’t one. Shewilluse her safe word if she needs to.
She snorts out a small laugh. “Yes, sir.”
I step forward, my cock having only flagged a little bit during our talk. Austin looks up at me, waiting for permission to take me into her mouth this time. “Hands on my thighs,” I remind her lowly and she slips them there obediently, repositioning on her knees again. “Keep them there.”
My cock nudges her lips and she opens her mouth to take it, but I pull it out of her reach. “Spit on it.”
Her eyes darken but don’t leave mine as she pulls back just enough to work her lips and follow my instructions. I groan at the feeling of her hot saliva sliding down the head of my cock.
Stepping closer, I tilt my hips and grab hold of the back of her head so she doesn’t stumble back when I push my cock up her face. I watch her face closely, watch the way her bottom lip folds down when I pull my hips back and thrust forward again, rubbing it across her cheeks. She doesn’t protest. She doesn’t pinch me.
“Stick out your tongue, baby. That’s a good girl.” I thrust a bit harder, careful to avoid her eyes when my precum starts making streaks across her skin. On the next pass, I push between her lips, not even giving her a second to adjust before I’m trying for her throat. “Relax,” I command, my voice steadier than I feel. Jesus fuck, her mouth is heavenly and she hasn’t even gagged.
Her eyes bulge a bit in surprise, fingers squeezing my thighs, but she swallows until her nose is flush against my groin, eyes watering. “Fucking gorgeous,” I say roughly. Maybe gorgeous is the right word, after all.
She swallows reflexively again, her body growing uneasy with its inability to pull in air. I move my other hand under her jaw, holding her throat so I can feel myself inside it. Her face is still a light pink, but her grip on my thighs is starting to get tighter and I can tell she’s getting nervous. I don’t want her to be nervous. I want her toknowI’ll stop, not wonder.
Keeping my fingers in her hair, I pull completely out of her mouth, drool connecting the tip of my cock with her swollen lips. She splutters, coughs, but doesn’t try to wipe her mouth. “Color?” I ask her gently.
“Green,” she pants.
“Are you sure? Green tells me I can do fewer color checks.” That’s not quite the truth, but it’s the quickest way to ensure she’s being honest about her headspace.
She nods quickly. “Green. So green. Please, Maddox,” she begs and I’m so taken aback by her enthusiasm that she’s able to pull against my hold on her and get her mouth around my cock again, pushing forward to choke herself on it again.
“Fucking Christ, Austin,” I grit, gripping her hair tighter butnot to pull her off me. Instead, I push her against me again, right where she wants to be. “What did I say about acting out to receive a certain response?”
Her eyes are wide when she blinks up at me and I can’t even truly be irritated at her when she looks at me like I’m about to take her favorite toy away from her. I hold her against me a few seconds longer than I did the first time, but she doesn’t squeeze my thighs this time, doesn’t show any signs of nervousness or fear.
I’m grinning when I pull her back, watching her drool drip from her lips and fall to her chest. Her nipples look so hard but as much as I want to, I don’t reach down to tease her yet. “Such a pretty, messy slut for me, aren’t you, Austin?”
She bites her bottom lip, hesitating only for a second before nodding.
I wait, give her a little longer to change her mind and use a safe word if she wants to, but she just keeps staring at me with the biggest, most needy eyes I’ve ever seen. Unconcerned about the mess on her face, I hold her chin so I can kiss her again.
“Do you want me to come down your throat or on your face?” I ask her when I pull back, gripping my cock at the base to tap it against her lips. She sticks out her tongue like the witch she is and I groan, putting a bit more force behind the movement, relishing in the wet noise my cock makes slapping against it.
“Face,” she says before I can ask again, voice a little croaky. “Wanna be messier.”
I lose my breath. “Fuck, baby. Pinch me. Show me what you’re gonna do if you need me to stop.”
She doesn’t even hesitate, the spitfire that she is, and I hiss in pain. “Good girl. I’m not gonna stop unless you do that to me again, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
I shove my cock forward into her hot mouth and she hollows her cheeks for me immediately. “Fucking shit.”
I may have had my cock sucked a lot less than other men my age, but I’ve had it done enough to know that Austin’s so much better at it than anyone else I’ve been with. She’s not even able to do much, just kneel there and take it as the head of my cock bounces off the back of her throat with every thrust, so maybe it’s just that it’sher.
She’s looking up at me with glossy eyes that are pouring tears, hollowed cheeks, a pink face and chest, and I almost forget how this is supposed to end. I’ve already started coming by the time I pull my cock out of her mouth, growling as I yank the rest of it out of me. She tilts her head back, sticks out her tongue and my stomach twists with how hard the visual hits me.
