His body tenses as he tries not to gag, but the way his throat chokes has me bucking my hips up on reflex.
He splutters, coughs, then is straight back on, pushing as far as he can until the head has slipped past his tonsils and his nose is pressed against my skin.
I hold my breath.
His tongue laps my underside in cruel, expert patterns.
“Fuck you’re—Fuckyou’re so good at that.”
He pulls back, grabbing my shaft again before breaking free.
Strings of spit drip from his bottom lip and chin, but he leaves them there, knowing how obscenely good it looks.
“That’s because I know what I’m doing.” He winks. “No woman will ever suck your dick as good as I can.”
I believe him.
I’ll never doubt anything he says ever again.
Nothing he does is delicate.
He doesn’t tease or linger.
There’s nothing slow about the way he fucks his hand up and down my shaft, or subtle about the way he gags when I hit the back of his throat.
He wants to destroy me.
It’s like a backwards form of punishment.You denied us both of this so I’ll suck your cock so good you’ll never forget it as long as you live.
There’s thick, slick spit everywhere.
His hand glides up and down the entirety of my shaft as his lips lock around my crown.
There’s a sucking pulse.
His tongue flicks.
His other hand reaches for my balls and—
“Stop, stop. Fuck!”
Carey loosens his lips and I know he’s smiling.
He looks at me again. “What’s wrong, Oppa?”
“Bring that mouth back over here before I smack that smug look off your face.”
His smirk intensifies as he crawls over me, closer and closer, until his legs separate and he's straddling my thighs—his dick sitting heavy over mine.
With one hand in the middle of my chest, Carey points to his mouth. “You want this?”
I sink my fingers into his waist but he doesn’t budge when I try to pull him down.
Drool is still unashamedly coating his chin, and he runs two of his fingers through it. “Did you bring lube, or are we gonna need this?”
Lube?Fuck.
I’m so ill equipped for any of this.
