My knees hit the floor before I even realize I’ve moved.He lowers his gaze, watching me with that wicked smirk of his.Like he owns the world, and maybe me in this moment, too.
“Open that pretty little mouth of yours,” he mutters, his hand threading through my hair, his grip tightening.“And don’t fucking stop until I say so.”
My lips part, breath shaky with want as I lean in, wrapping my fingers around the thick girth of his cock.He’s burning hot, and hard as fuck.His veins throbbing under my palm, already slick at the tip with pre-cum.
I drag my tongue around it.Slow, teasing.Lapping up every drop like I’ve been starving for it.Then I take him deeper, letting my mouth slide over his cock, wet and hungry, until my lips stretch wide around him.
The second I do, he growls.It’s low and filthy.His hand twisting in my hair like he’s already losing control.
And shit, that sound he makes… That sound fucking wrecks me.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” he breathes.“Your pretty little mouth looks so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”His hips jerk forward just slightly.Controlled but needy, and the sound he makes, is enough to send heat spiraling between my thighs.
“Take it all,” he commands.“Take every fucking inch I give you.I want to feel your throat around me.I want to feel you choke and show me how much you want this.”His voice is filthy, feral, and dripping with need.
Every word has me sinking lower under his spell.Has me hollowing my cheeks as I take him deeper, addicted to the way he shudders.
“Fuck, that mouth was made for this,” he groans, head tipping back.“It was made to be used.”
And right now, I want nothing more than to let him use it.
His grip tightens in my hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to hold me there.Enough to remind me who’s in control.
His cock twitches on my tongue, and when I glance up at him through my lashes, the look he gives me is pure fucking sin.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he says, his voice rough with restraint.“Don’t fucking look away.”
I do as I’m told, my lips wrapped around him.My mouth stretched full as he begins to move.Slow at first.Shallow thrusts that let me feel the weight of him, the drag of his cock across my tongue.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he breathes, jaw clenched, sweat already starting to gather at his temples.“God, your mouth… it’s like you want to be fucking ruined.”
He thrusts a little deeper, groaning when he feels the back of my throat, his free hand bracing against the table behind him.“Yeah, take it, baby.Let me fuck that mouth.”
And he does.
He rocks into me, each stroke longer, deeper, more deliberate.My throat tightens, tears prick at the corners of my eyes, and I moan around him.It’s needy, wrecked, addicted.The sound makes him hiss through his teeth, hips jerking forward with a rough snap.
“Fuck, that noise,” he growls.“That little whimper says it all.You need my cock down your throat.”
I don’t pull away.
I can’t.
Not when he sounds like that.Not when his cock is heavy and slick with spit, fucking into my mouth—owning it.
“Look at you,” he groans.“On your knees for me, mouth so full of cock you can’t even think straight.Bet you’re dripping down your thighs right now, aren’t you?”
He slows his thrusts, just slightly, pushing in deep and holding it there, watching my lips stretched tight around him, my throat fluttering as I fight not to gag.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs.“You were made for this.And I’m not stopping until I come in that gorgeous mouth.”
And with the way he’s fucking me.Deep, claiming, relentless.I know he means it.His thrusts get rougher, more desperate, more possessive, like he’s barely holding on.He holds me steady, guiding me, using me, his cock fucking into my mouth with precision.
“Fuck,” he grits out, his voice fraying at the edges, breath ragged.“You’re gonna make me come… fuck… you want that, don’t you?You want me to lose it down your fucking throat.”
His hips snap forward, and I feel him pulse, hard and hot, right at the back of my throat.
“Fuuuccck,” he groans, loud, raw, wrecked.
