I fisted her hair with both hands and pushed her down, guiding her onto my cock.
"That's it," I growled. "Take it. Take all of me."
She gagged slightly, eyes watering, but didn't pull away. Just looked up at me with those dark eyes, letting me use her mouth.
The wet, choking sounds drove me wild.
I pulled her head back, then pushed her down again. Harder this time. Setting the pace.
Her hands gripped my thighs for balance as I fucked her mouth—slow, deep thrusts that made her moan around me.
"Such a good girl," I breathed, voice rough, almost unrecognizable. "Taking my cock so well."
I heard myself moaning—loud, shameless. I never moaned. Never. Now I was singing with pleasure, trembling as she worked me.
She pulled back slightly for air, saliva connecting her lips to my cock, then dove back down—eager, determined.
Her hand came up to grip what she couldn't fit in her mouth, working me in tandem with her lips. Her other hand grabbed my balls and my knees almost met the ground. One hand left her hair and I grabbed the wall behind me. Something to support me so I could stand.
The room filled with filthy sounds—wet sucking, my groans, her muffled moans.
I looked down at her—lips stretched around me, eyes watering, completely wrecked—and nearly lost it right there.
This was Alena. Mine. Finally, mine.
"Shit..." I heard myself say. "Alena... I'm close..."
I tried to pull away—give her a choice.
But her nails dug into my hips, pulling me back, shoving my dick deeper into her throat.
The message was clear: Give it to me.
That broke me.
I grabbed that fucking amazing hair with both hands and thrust deep, coming hard in her throat.
She took everything. Every drop. Swallowing around me, milking me dry, tongue working me through the aftershocks.
I nearly screamed from pleasure, whole body shaking, barely keeping myself upright.
I'd had good head before. Great head, even. But this? This was different. This was Alena. This was seventeen years of wanting finally breaking free.
I looked down at her—lips swollen, eyes dark, still on her knees—and felt something crack inside me.
Seventeen years of restraint shattered in seconds.
I was hers. Completely.
And I was about to leave her.
She pulled off slowly, my dick fell heavy and half hard still in front of her. Licking her lips, and her eyes found mine.
Still on her knees. Still looking up at me with those dark eyes that had haunted every dream I'd pretended not to have.
"Was that what you meant? I am yours now?" she asked, her voice rough.
I couldn't answer. It was too good to be true. After all these years, was this really happening?
