I nodded, nipping at his lip, my impatience making me jump up on him so I could feel his length against the parting of my thighs. “Yes.”
“It’s all for you.”
“Mm-hmm.” I wrapped myself tighter around him, using my ankles at his lower back as leverage to roll my pussy against him. “So stop talking and give me it.”
He chuckled into my mouth and dropped me onto the bed. I slammed my palm over my mouth to muffle my gasp, and he laughed harder. “One second.”
He reached over me, and I got to inhale his citrus scent, ready to let him inside of me there and then just because he smelled delicious. I didn’t need a warm-up.
He turned the TV on and opened the box, pulling out the gag we’d used a couple of times before.
I shook my head. “How am I going to choke on you if my mouth is covered?”
I pushed him down to the bed, pulled down his boxers, and got to business, kissing the head of his cock before taking him straight to the hilt.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
Bobbing up and down on him until his head fell back on the pillows, I tickled his balls so his fist tangled in my hair, guiding me, forcing me just how I liked.
I couldn’t hear, couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, just enjoy him using me to get off.
He loved me.
When he pulled me up, he let me suck in a breath before kissing me and dragging me to the edge of the bed, so my head dangled off the mattress. “What are you—”
“I’m going to fuck your throat,” he told me. “Now, remember to be quiet. If you’re worried, if I go too far, you have your hands free. Push off me.”
My heart pounded. He’d never done this before. I looked into his eyes and nodded, getting comfy above the duvet.
He tapped his cock against my lips. “Open.”
I did, poking my tongue out to get another taste.
“Keep your tongue flat. I’m going to go slow.” He shushed my protest with his cock. “Slowly. Not quick. You’re going to take all of me.”
If my mouth weren’t so preoccupied, I’d be grinning. He started to inch in, and I sucked on him, but he shook his head. “No, baby,” he whispered as the TV went quiet. “Just let me in.”
I stayed so still until he hit the back of my throat and I coughed a little.
He withdrew an inch. “You okay?”
I nodded and looped my hands around his thighs, pulling him closer. “Tilt your head further back. Take a deep breath through your nose. You’re not going to be able to breathe now.”
I did as I was told, steadying myself by fisting the duvet.
“Okay, and remember, you can push meoff.”
My answer was pulling him closer, and he started to pulse down my throat, edging further and further.
And I felt like an utter slut. It wasn’t the act. It was the absolute obsession of wanting to please him, of wanting him to use me. To be the best for him.
“Fuck, Zsófia,” he grunted at the back of his throat. “Fuck.You’re so good, baby.”
The mix of English and Hungarian, the way I couldn’t breathe, the blood rush to my head, all put me into a state of euphoria.
The world buzzed around me, everything was grainy, and I was full of him.
And then he brushed his fingertips over my throat.“I can see just how much I fill you up.” He put more pressure on his strokes down my throat, and I focused on staying as still as I could. “You like to see how much of a slut you are, don’t you? You want me to record it?”
