That I have no objection to this.
“Such a good Master,” praises the male almost half my age prior to heaving himself further.“Listen to that shit.” One glide across my wet tongue into my throat gets us both groaning, yet it’s the second that drives itself deeper that results in my entire frame seizing.Twitching.“What a pretty fucking sound…” He grabs two handfuls of hair near my ears and ruthlessly rocks into my face.“Perfect fucking sound.” Having my face ceaselessly bashed in between choked breaths is enough to make my eyes water, which quickly leads him to noting.“And perfect fucking tears for me, Master.”
Inexplicable urges to please him – as if pleasing him is what’s pleasing me – convince me to meet him buck for buck.
Fuck for fuck.
Literally cry for more.
Drool wildly flies off my lips and onto his tensing thighs while tears blur my vision to the same speed erotic ringing rattles my ears.
Each barbaric punch into my throat makes me more ravenous than the last and greedier for more than just the steady stream of precum that’s promising a huge load to follow.
I find myself mindlessly attaching my fingers to the back of his calves.
Throwing myself into his thrusts.
Grunting and humping and wordlessly commanding he comes for me.
Like a good little fuck toy should…
“F-f-f…” is all that managers to slip loose alongside body shaking shivers.
“Beg,” demands Ravencroft in a deliciously malicious tone.“Begmeto letyoucome.”
Except I don’t want him beggingher.
He should be beggingme.
Andonlyme.
“Begmeto letyour mastertaste you.”
The division between my separate wants instantly deepens.
Widens.
Tears my soul in two.
Convinces me to swipe away some of the spit sliding down my neck and smear it across the outside of my pants, desperate for some reprieve.
Any.
“Please, can I come?” Zero asks, voice unsteady just like the grip on my crotch.
“No.”
I don’t know whose balls clench tighter, mine or his.
“P-p-p-please?” breathlessly implores the man whose shaft I’m now completely closing my mouth around again, lips feverishly rushing towards his base once more, anxious for the reward I can’t stop salivating about.“Fuckkkkkk, Master.I-I-I c-c-cannn’t…”
“You come without my permission, and I’ll cut it off while it’s still in his throat,” Ravencroft emotionlessly threatens.
It’s impossible to deny the slight deflation in his dick; however, instead of allowing that to be the deterrent it should, I suck harder.
Roll my tongue around faster.
More vicious.
