We both knew her humiliation was what fed me.
While she worked her hand into my trousers I gathered her hair and set it behind her. Seeing my cock so close to her face made me harden before she fully got me out. She knew what I liked. I waited patiently until she tugged my balls free.
“Kiss it,” I said, tipping her head back to rest against the bed.
The flicker of anger that tightened her lips and creased her forehead was perfect. Her fingers circled around my cock as she pumped with a flick of her wrist, her blue eyes locked on mine as she kissed the tip.
“More. Kiss, lick then suck,” I murmured.
I watched her make out with my cock—kissing all around the tip before licking it like an ice cream cone—before she opened that hot little mouth. I moved her hands away and lined myself up.
“Now suck,” I said.
Her lips wrapped around the blunt tip, sucking me in. The wet heat was perfect. I began to rock the head in and out of her mouth, her pink lips smacking together each time I pulled back. It wasn’t until she began moving her head forward to take more that I indulged myself.
“Open wide and take me like a good wife. Get me ready for your pussy,” I said, smirking as she stretched her jaw wide.
She knew what was coming.
I pressed in, nudging the tip to the back of her throat before pulling out. After several passes strands of spit and precum clung between my cock and her lips. She blinked each time I pressed harder. Her fingers curled around my thighs, gripping my trousers, and I knew what she needed. I knew her bare pussy ached to be filled the same way her mouth was.
I took my time.
“Such a good cock-sucker,” I murmured, pressing into her throat.
She had taught herself to swallow me—to accept my girth as well as my length. I eased deeper, inch by inch, while my heart began to race. Not from watching her take me. From the power I held over her. Over her ability to breathe.
I widened my stance. Her fingers clenched my trousers. Tears ran from her eyes as she tried to blink them away, her throat contracting around my length. I waited until my balls kissed her wet chin and my trousers grazed her nose.
Slow and steady I began to rock my hips, watching my cock glisten as it slid in and out of her pliant mouth. I held her head between my hands and thrust myself down her throat, clenching my teeth so I didn’t make a sound. The only sounds were hers — the struggle to take the brutal thrusts that followed.
No one took me from tip to root the way she did. The wet slap of my balls against her chin was unequivocal proof. I’d long since fucked that gag reflex out of her. Her eyelashes fluttered as I flung my hips back and forth.
“Yes,” I hissed.“So fucking good.”
Too good. My cock throbbed and my balls ached for release.
I took a breath and eased out, leaving her gasping.
“Stand up and bend over,” I growled.
She released my trousers and began to move. I gripped my cock in my fist and squeezed. The one thing I loved knowing before I walked away from her — that she could still feel me inside her long after I was done.
She was in position.
I leisurely rolled my neck before tapping her bare foot.
“Close your legs.”
She did as she was told. I moved in, standing either side of her legs.
Her pussy was as wet as her mouth had been.
“Always ready for a deposit,” I murmured, rubbing the tip along her seam before lining myself up.
She glanced over her shoulder with that look in her eye.
The one thing I couldn’t obliterate.
