I cursed, but he shoved deeper, his throat spasming around my length. I meant to tell him to go easy, but the second my hand touched his shoulder, I was using him for leverage so Icould pump into his mouth.
He moaned and clutched my thighs, sucking like he loved it and wanted more.
I put my hand on his hair, pausing all movements. He didn’t pull back. He continued to suck, but I could feel his attention. “If it’s too much, tap my thigh twice,” I told him.
He made a small sound.
“Show me you heard.”
He tapped my thigh twice.
Before I could even praise him, he started moving, gliding along my shaft, all lips and tongue and sometimes teeth. A combination that scrambled my brain and left me breathless.
He worked until I trembled, then pushed deep until I was sure his throat would be the shape of my dick. The tight squeeze and the feel of his labored breaths against my pubes had me pulling back because I was two seconds from?—
He made a harsh sound, his throat strangling my retreating cock and taking it hostage.
Panting, I glanced down into glassy, shining eyes.
“If I stay in that Shangri-la you call a throat one more second, I’m going to breed you until you taste my cum with every breath you take for a week.”
His pupils dilated until the storm clouds in his eyes were eclipsed by black. He nodded and shifted back, pulling a long, relieved groan from my throat that turned into a stunned grunt when he quickly changed position and slammed back onto me so deep that I saw stars.
Something inside me roared as if that had been a challenge I would absolutely accept.
Reaching down, I grabbed his throat, muscles tightening when I felt the ridge of me against my palm.
“You want me to breed this tight little throat?” I growled.
He swallowed around me.
“You better swallow every drop. I want every single one of my babies floating in your belly.
He whined, and I lost it, holding him there like a rag doll and fucking into him with a ferocity that should have scared me but no longer mattered.
I stared down at him as I used him, watching tears falling from his cheeks, only to be replaced by more. I drove into him, feeling his throat stretch and reveling that I was in so deep. Just before I could spill over, I pulled back, letting him gasp and cough while letting my crown slide across his lips.
“Nothing turns me on more than knowing I’m knocking you up,” I whispered, pressing my tip against his tongue.
He lapped at it, nails digging into my hips.
“You want that, Pip? You want my babies inside you?”
He nodded desperately, pushing further onto my dick.
“Hmmm, I can feel you clenching. You want every drop, don’t you? Such a greedy boy.”
His whine vibrated my dick, and I lost it, penetrating until he was gagging and I was coming so hard my vision went black. The sound of him choking had me easing back, but before I could go too far, his hand wrapped around my shaft and held me inside. My hand went back around his throat, gentle this time so he could breathe.
“Swallow,” I coaxed, and he did immediately. “Again,” I said. “Again.”
He repeated until I was sure everything I gave was tucked deep inside him, and the hand on his throat went into his hair, stroking gently as I tried to recover from the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had.
He slid off my softening dick but wrapped his arms around my hips to hug me close. I could feel the hammering of his heart against my thigh, and something primal in me found deep satisfaction.
A few quiet moments passed with only the sounds of splashing water mixed with our evening breaths. I pulled back first, keeping my hands on his body because of the way he trembled, and slowly guided him onto his back. His lashes fluttered, and a smile curved his swollen lips.
So precious it aches.
