“Fuck,” I groan, hand tightening in her hair.
Her mascara is already running down her cheeks.
“You look so fucking good like this,” I rasp, brushing her cheek with my other hand.
She looks up at me with the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.
“Let’s see how much of me that pretty throat can take.”
I press forward into her open mouth again, deeper than before. Her eyes flare as the head pushes past her tongue. Her throat tightens on reflex, but I don’t stop. My hand cradles the back of her head, guiding and holding her steady.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Relax your throat. You’re doing so fucking good.”
Another inch and she gags hard around me. I pause, not pulling out, just holding her there with my cock at the top of her throat.
She claws weakly at my thighs as she tries to pull away and I wait, stroking her hair.
“Breathe through your nose,” I murmur, voice tender. “Come on, baby.”
She blinks up at me, lip gloss gone, her mouth stuffed full of cock.
I feel her throat relax a little around the tip.
“Good girl,” I growl. “Now take it.”
I start with slow thrusts, gentle at first, and then move firmer. I look down at half my cock sliding in and out of her mouth, watching her lips stretch around it, spit sliding down her chin.
I love this—the little broken noises she makes when she’s trying so fucking hard to be good for me.
“Look at you,” I groan. “Letting me fuck your throat.”
Her hands come up, grabbing at my hips, trying to keep up.
I thrust faster, her throat opening up more. I use that to push in deeper and her eyes roll as spit drips from her chin.
“That’s it,” I groan. “That’s my girl. So fucking messy.”
I hold her in place, my balls tight and ready to explode.
“You want it?” I growl. “You want me to come in that pretty mouth?”
She nods around me and I fucking lose it.
My hips jerk and my cock pulses as I pick up the pace, pushing myself over the edge.
“Fuck!” I spill deep in her mouth, groaning like a man possessed as her lips tighten around me and she swallows it all.
I pant, cock twitching while I come down from the orgasm. When I finally pull back, she's gasping for air. Her lips are red and swollen, her makeup destroyed and running down her pretty face.
I lift her chin with two fingers, forcing her to look up at me.
“You did so fucking good,” I murmur, voice rough.
She’s breathing hard, lips parted and so damn beautiful.
I lean down and kiss her before gently scooping her up. Her hands fist in my shirt as I pull back.
“I got you,” I tell her quietly.
