Oh, God, it’s even on his chest, one bead slowly trailing down toward his abdomen.
That’s… that’s so embarrassing. But he doesn’t give me much time to dwell, bringing my focus to his cock poised at my mouth.
It’s honestly so fucking unfair that he, of all people, has a big dick—arguably a beautiful one, too. It would’ve made this whole experience so much easier to swallow if he were small. Literally and figuratively.
“Get me wet, baby,” he rasps. His free hand slides along the side of my jaw, pausing to roughly swipe his thumb over my bottom lip, his stare enraptured as he does. “You’re going to need all the help you can get.”
Truthfully, that’s all he needed to say to convince me.
Maintaining eye contact, I lean forward and envelop his swollen tip with my mouth. His upper lip curls into a snarl as a hiss leaks past his teeth.
I’m not incredibly experienced with blow jobs, but the desire to bring Dread to his knees is enough to infuse me with the confidence of a thousand sex workers.
I swirl my tongue around him, fluttering my eyes and groaning as I do, as if I’m licking frosting off a goddamn cupcake. His mouth parts, and I slowly work his length into my mouth, soaking him thoroughlyas I do. My brows pinch as I take him deeper, becoming more and more difficult with every inch.
One side of his mouth curls into an amused grin, mirth seeping into his heated stare. “The deeper you take me, the more concerned you look.” He chuckles. “And I don’t think I’ve seen anything sexier.”
If my genuine concern for the damage this may do to my throat is sexy, I’ll take it, but it also makes me intent on wiping that smirk off his face.
I take my time priming my throat and coercing it into full relaxation. All the while, I hollow my cheeks and suck, my eager whimpers vibrating around his length as I get closer to taking all of him. He whispers encouragement between breathy moans and deep growls.
When I finally feel ready, I inhale deeply through my nose, and, by sheer stubbornness and the will to make him choke, I push forward and swallow him down until less than an inch remains.
“Fuck!” he shouts, his fist tightening in my hair to the point of pain while he jerks against me.
I hold my breath while internally talking myself through the discomfort, convincing myself not to panic and retreat. I wiggle my head side to side, forcing the rest of him down my throat until my nose presses against his pelvis.
He moans loudly, and then his voice cracks, only for his knees to give out for a half second. Even when he catches himself, they bend with the threat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Reverie,” he chants, sounding like a broken, breathless record.
I squeeze my eyes shut, and several tears run down my cheeks as I hold it for another few seconds. He whimpers, his knees still wavering. Then, I look up at him as I retreat, slowly and steadily revealing every inch of him while staring directly into his eyes.
A deep crease forms between his brows, and his fist flies to his mouth, biting it with a pained moan as he watches me.
I gasp the second he’s cleared from my mouth, inhaling desperately needed oxygen. A long trail of saliva connects from his tip to my mouth, and with a heavy stare, I lick my lips, as if I finished the most delicious dessert I’ve ever had.
He turns his head away with a curse, almost as if he can’t stand to look at me. I know he can’t because he’s on the verge of coming.
So, I swallow him again, hollowing my cheeks and bobbing my head up and down.
“Baby—” He cuts himself off when his gaze meets mine, appearing torn between stopping me and letting me continue.
He pants heavily, his abdomen twitching and clenching, he moves his head every which way—up, down, to the side—having no idea what to do with himself. All the while, he continues to moan, whimper, and mutter curses beneath his breath.
My vision is blurred and my jaw aches, but I don’t relent. I tell myself it’s nothing more than a calculated action to knock him down a peg or two, yet my pussy throbs and eager moans slip from my throat without permission. I don’t know the exact moment I lose myself to pleasuring him, only that I do, and I don’t want to stop anymore.
It’s not a chore or a grueling task, but something that brings me a deep sense of satisfaction and joy.
With a gleeful, excited moan, I wrap my hand around the base and feed him back into my mouth, twisting my wrist, sucking and licking as I do. I make it ten seconds before he’s ripping himself away from me with a growl.
“Jesus fuckingChrist, Rev,” he spits, fisting my hair tightly. The look in his eyes is intense, and I’m not entirely sure if he wants to shove his dick back down my throat or slap me with it.
Either way, he definitely wants to wield himself in an aggressive manner I wouldn’t entirely be opposed to anymore.
So, with a whine, I go back for more, but he holds tight, retreating further and evading me. Another distressed sound leaves my lips.
Then, he backs away completely and points a finger at me, appearing almost angry. “You’re fucking done.”
