Plunging my finger into my mouth, I groaned at the sweet taste of Wyn—my Wyn. I growled. “You taste good.” I gathered more of his wetness up and pushed my finger into his mouth, demanding, “Taste yourself. This is how much you want me.”
He whined, wiggling. His tongue swirled around my digit as he sucked like it was my cock.
I groaned. “Do you want to taste me?”
“Please,” he begged.
“On your knees. Now. It’s where you belong.”
He dropped without hesitation and began ripping at the ties to my trousers. Wyn yanked my trousers and undershorts down to my thighs in one hard pull, freeing my straining cock. It slapped my abs, leaving a splatter of pre-seed on my shirt.
“You’re so big,” Wyn groaned, gripping the base and dragging my leaking tip over his cheek. “I want you so badly.”
Unable to suppress it, I groaned, hips canting toward him. His scales against my tip were sending sparks through me and forcing my eyes to roll back. Gathering my scattered wits, I cupped the back of his head and fisted the silky pink strands of his hair. “You are going to take me. Do you understand? All of me.”
“I will,” he replied.
Part of me hesitated being mean to him, even a little, because my instincts demanded I be sweet to the one who held my soul, but he wanted it. If his dripping cock was evidence, Wyn enjoyedit. I hadn’t been that mean to him, yet it made me feel bad. I didn’t hate it as much as I thought I would. However, I wasn’t sure I would ever grow comfortable with it. I might never be able to truly degrade Wyn. Even thinking about calling him names made me squirm. Thankfully, he didn’t need it.
But I did like the thought of dominating Wyn, of commanding him. He also seemed to enjoy it, and it showed how much Wyn trusted me to stop if he no longer wished to continue. That trust was arousing.
I pulled him back so his cheek could no longer tease me. It was hard to move him away; I was desperate to plunge into the wet warmth of his mouth. Wyn lifted his hands, and I yanked on his hair hard enough to hurt, but not enough to injure him.
“No hands,” I growled. “Just your mouth.”
Wyn swallowed, wiggling.
“Stick out your tongue.”
Wyn extended his black scaled tongue, and I groaned at the sight of him on his knees, mouth open and waiting for me. Keeping a firm grip on his hair, I rubbed the length of my cock over his tongue. Wyn whimpered and tried to wrap his lips around my tapered head, but I didn’t let him. I was in control of this right now, and I was going to stay in control, as he liked.
Wyn was such an enigma to me, even now when he was on his knees and whining for me. Everything in my life was orderly and neat, except my office when I was busy. I knew what I had to do on a daily basis. However, I never felt in control, even though I was a commander on a ship. It often felt as if my life was spiraling out of control, as I pretended to be utterly calm. I tried to control so much in my existence, to help quench the feeling. Still, never did I actually feel like I had control. But right here and now with Wyn, I did, and more than that, it was the trust he was giving me.
I needed it.
Pushing my tip into his mouth, Wyn moaned and wrapped his lips around me. A gasp escaped me as the wet heat of his mouth surrounded me. I wanted to plunge into him, but I held still to savor the feel of him around me and the sight of my cock inside him.
Wyn lapped at the tip, whimpering and moaning. Each sound sent vibrations up my shaft, and waves of pleasure rolled through me. I snarled, gripping his hair so hard I worried I’d pull some strands out. All he did was cry loudly around my cock. I slid in deeper, watching his lips stretch to accommodate my thick shaft. He squirmed and curled his hands into fists, as if he was trying to keep from touching me. Or perhaps himself.
I pulled out, and Wyn complained. I ignored him and slapped my shaft to his cheek. Pre-seed splattered onto his light purple scales. I growled, my cock throbbing. My pre-seed belonged on his face, marking him, claiming him. I thrust back into his willing mouth, and groaned at the wet heat of him.
Tightening my grip on his hair, I tugged on Wyn, making him release my cock once again, which had him protesting, and forced out between my bared teeth, “You are going to take all of my cock, aren’t you? Desperate for it? You need it more than anything?”
Without waiting for an answer, I plunged into his open mouth and started to thrust in shallow strokes, going deeper with each one. Wyn dragged his tongue over the underside of my shaft as I pumped in and out of him, setting my nerves alight. I hit the back of his throat, and Wyn gagged around my crown.
My eyes scrunched closed at the feel of his throat contracting around me. I panted, basically snarling, as I fought the urge to come down his throat. Not so soon. “Breathe through your nose and swallow,” I ordered pointlessly because Wyn had already started. I released a low whine as the muscles of his throat squeezed the crown of my cock yet again.
“It’s so good,” I said, petting his hair. “You are so good.”
Wyn wiggled under the praise and started to bob on my cock without any urging.
I smiled, brushing his cheek with my thumb, and Wyn moaned at the touch. He didn’t only like being degraded; he liked to be praised as well, which I was more than alright with. It would be easier for me to praise him than degrade him. Wyn was full of things worthy of praise.
Up and down he bobbed, keeping the suction around me nice and tight as he worked the underside of my shaft. Wyn had no issues deepthroating me, even though I was larger than average, hinting at how much experience he had. He was so good at this. Lapping at my crown, he looked up at me with those clear blue eyes of his, wet with tears, and I moaned. Pleasure began gathering at the base of my spine as my muscles tightened and my balls hugged my shaft. I was getting close. Far too close. I wanted to fuck Wyn, not come down his throat. At least not this time.
I yanked him off me, and Wyn protested, his voice rough from the abuse to his throat, “No. I wasn’t done. You taste so good. I need more.”
“On my bed. Butt up,” I ordered. “Now. Present yourself to me.”
