I don't wait for his next thrust—I take it from him. Gag as I take him, inch by inch, tongue working against his length, fingers clawed into the tensed muscle of his ass. Whimper in delight as I take him and take him, backing away and slamming all the way down, hard and rough.
“That's how you want it?"
"Mmm-hmm!"
"Very well, then. So you shall have it."
He takes over, then, and it's the beginning of my deepest, most secret fantasies coming true. He clutches my head in his hands and fucks my mouth, hard and fast and brutally unrelentingly, and all I can do is gag and gasp and take his cock and try to breathe, relishing each brutal thrust down my throat.
"So fucking gorgeous, Brys," he whispers, "taking my cock like such a good girl."
A long, rapturous moan escapes me at his praise, and his eyes light up at the sound. "Ah, fuck, Brys. You really love this, don't you? You love it when I praise you, don't you?"
"Yes!" I gasp, as if the tip of his cock is a microphone. "More. More."
"I don't want to come," he murmurs, giving me shallow, gentle thrusts for a moment or two. "I want to fuck your mouth forever. You have such a pretty mouth, Brys." He caresses my chin with a thumb pad. "Feels so good. So hot, so wet, so tight." He thrusts deep, then. "Suck."
I suck and drive deeper, tongue extended out of my mouth so I can lick him while I work him with my throat; this makes him snarl and thrust helplessly. Fuck yes—I love those helpless little thrusts. I back away and suction my lips around his glans and swirl my tongue around his tip, now leaking precum in a steady seep, and I lick it all away greedily.
"Fuck." His voice is ragged and breathless.
I cup his balls and massage them with both hands, sucking and suckling and bobbing shallowly around his glans, teasing and scratching his root where balls and shaft meet, raking my fingernails along his taint. And then I grab them in a tight grip and squeeze until he grunts in surprised almost-pain as I use my grip to pull him toward me, deep-throating him all at once, without warning.
I feel his balls pulse an instant before he unleashes a flood of cum down my throat. He shouts, raw-voiced, snarling andlupine, and adjusts his grip on my head and thrusts hard. I gag, gulp, swallowing desperately, but he's down my throat and coming, releasing rocket after rocket of hot, salty, thick cum. I pull back so he falls out of my mouth, gasping and panting, cum dribbling down my chin and throat, eyes watering.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he growls.
I can't stop. I need more. I stroke his slippery, sticky, dripping cock, wrap my mouth around his head, and lick and suck, cheeks hollowing, and he spurts onto my tongue. I pull away so he flops free, bouncing and drooping heavily, swallow the mouthful of his cum, and lick my lips and gaze up at him; I am all too aware that my expression must surely border on adoring.
For a moment, then, Jakob stares down at me, brow furrowed, expression unreadably intense. "Good girl, Brys." He cups my jaw, applies pressure, indicating that I should stand up; I do, and he wipes my lips and chin with his thumb, showing me the glistening liquid.
I open my mouth dutifully, and he presses his thumb onto my tongue. I taste him, and his essence, and nothing has ever tasted sweeter.
"Such a good girl," he says again, whispering, almost dazed. "Such a lovely little slut. You sucked me dry, Brys. Like the obedient whore you are."
My heart flutters and crashes in my chest. "Yes," I whisper. "I'm a good little whore."
He grins, and it's utterly devastating. "You know what happens to good little whores who suck my cock like that?
"No," I admit. "Tell me, Jakob. Please."
"Good cock-sucking little whores receive their reward." He sidles closer to me, until there's no space left between us, my tits crushed against the anvil of his chest, his drooping cock nudging my thigh. "Do you want to be rewarded?"
"Yes, Jakob."
"I thought you might." He brushes his thumb over my lip. "Take off your panties."
I shimmy out of them and stand naked, pussy weeping desire, my entire being quivering, shaking in anticipation. "Are you going to fuck me, Jakob?"
He leans into me, nuzzles my ear with his lips. "Is that what you want?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Jakob. I want you to fuck me."
"How?" he breathes. "Tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you."
