A moan escapes me.
It's not what I expected. It's... good.
A little salty, a little musky, a taste that is uniquely him. And underneath it all, something I instinctively recognize as myself. The combination is intoxicating.
"Take more," he says, his voice a low growl.
I lean forward, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, my tongue swirling around the tip, exploring the sensitive ridge.
There’s a low rumble in his chest, and I feel it in every nerve ending in my body.
He likes it.
I'm doing it right.
A surge of pride, feminine and fierce, rushes through me, and I take a little more, my mouth stretching to accommodate him.
His grip on my wrists tightens, a silent warning that sends a fresh thrill of desire through me.
"Easy," he says, his voice a strained, gravelly murmur. "Don't try to take too much."
I pull back slightly, my lips still wrapped around him, and look up at him, my eyes wide and questioning.
"Let me lead," he says, his thumb stroking my cheek. "Relax your jaw and let me lead. There will be plenty of time to play later."
A wave of heat runs through me, and I let out a soft moan around his cock.
Play later.
The thought is a delicious, terrifying promise of all the things he's going to do to me, all the ways he's going to use me, to teach me.
And I can't wait.
I relax my jaw, a conscious effort, and wait for him to make his next move.
I nod, my gaze locked with his.
He starts to move, slow, shallow thrusts, testing my limits and seeing how much I can take.
I try to relax my jaw, to breathe through my nose, to accommodate him, but he's so big, so thick, the pressure is almost overwhelming.
Tears prick the back of my eyes, a mixture of strain and raw, unfiltered emotion.
I feel a fresh wave of wetness between my legs, a humiliating, undeniable proof of how much this is turning me on.
He's using me.
He's claiming my mouth.
And my body is singing with a pleasure so intense it's almost painful.
"Good girl," he murmurs, noticing my effort, my struggle. "You're taking me so well."
The praise, so simple, so sincere, is a balm to my frazzled nerves, a validation that I'm doing this right.
That I'm being good for him.
He pushes just a little deeper, and I have to fight the urge to gag, my body's natural reflex warring with my desperate need to please.
