He nodded and went back down, and this time he managed to take more. I felt the head of my cock brush the back of his throat, and he gagged slightly but didn't pull off.
“That's it,” I growled, tightening my grip in his hair. “Good boy. Taking my cock so well.”
The praise made him moan around me, and the vibration shot straight up my spine.
“You like being good for me, don't you?” I started guiding his movements with my hands in his hair, pulling him down and pushing him back up. “Like being on your knees for your coach.”
He tried to nod with my cock in his mouth, eyes watering but determined.
“I'm going to fuck your throat now,” I said, and there was no question in it. Just command. “And you're going to take it. Going to let me use this pretty mouth however I want. Understand?”
He moaned again, eyes rolling back slightly, and that was all the permission I needed.
I tightened my grip and started thrusting up into his mouth. Shallow at first, letting him adjust to the rhythm, but he opened wider and relaxed his throat, and fuck, he could take it.
“Look at you,” I growled. “Choking on my cock and loving every second. This is what you needed, isn't it? Needed me to remind you who you belong to.”
He whimpered around me and his hands digged into my thighs.
I pulled him down until his nose was almost against my stomach, holding him there. His throat convulsed around me, and tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, but he didn't tap out. Didn't push away. Just took it.
“Such a good little slut for me,” I murmured, pulling him off to let him breathe. “So desperate for my cock you'd choke on it.”
He gasped for air, coughing, but his eyes were wild with lust. “Please. More.”
“More?” I traced his swollen bottom lip with my thumb. “Greedy boy.”
“Your boy.” His voice was wrecked, raspy. “Please, Coach. Use me. I can take it.”
Something in me snapped at the desperation in his voice, the complete submission.
I pulled him back onto my cock and really started fucking his throat. Hard, deep strokes that had him gagging and moaning in equal measure. Saliva was dripping down his chin, making a mess, and he looked fucking perfect.
“That's it. Take it all.” My voice was harsh, commanding. “This is what you wanted. Wanted me to claim this throat. Make you mine.”
He was making sounds around my cock—desperate, needy whimpers that vibrated through me—and his hips were moving, grinding against nothing, seeking friction.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered. “Get your cock out. Want to see you come from having my cock down your throat.”
He fumbled with his jeans one-handed, desperate and clumsy, finally getting them open and pulling himself out. He was rock hard, cock flushed dark and leaking heavily, and he started stroking himself with jerky, desperate movements.
“Fuck, look at you,” I groaned. “Getting off from being used. From having my cock in your throat. You love this, don't you? Love being my good boy.”
He nodded frantically, moaning around me, and his hand moved faster on himself.
The sight of him was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.
“I'm close,” I warned, voice strained. “Going to fill your mouth. You want it? Want to taste me?”
He moaned so desperately it was almost a sob, nodding, and his hand was flying over his cock now.
“Then take it.” I thrust deep one more time. “Take all of it.”
I came with a groan I barely managed to keep quiet, spilling into his mouth in thick pulses. He swallowed frantically, throat working around me, some of it leaking from the corners of his mouth because there was too much and I was too deep.
The sight of him trying to swallow it all, the feeling of his throat convulsing around the head of my cock, sent him over the edge. He came with a muffled cry around my cock, come painting his hand and splattering on the floor between us.
I held him there for a moment longer, letting the last aftershocks roll through both of us, before finally pulling him off.
