Over my veins and skin he drags his bite until he reaches the crown.
I wince.
My body is screaming for me to let go of the covers and hold onto his head so I can fuck up into his mouth again, and again. But my obedience has me locked in place, ready and willing to receive my punishment.
Never easing up, Carey scrapes his teeth over the head of my cock at the exact same moment he flicks inside me again.
That same magic spot.
I hold my breath to stop from yelping; in pain, pleasure, and complete insanity.
There’s another stretch, and I know he’s added a third finger.
The glide is smooth now.
His precision is perfect.
I’m a fucking mess.
It’s obscene how quickly need replaced panic. And how my ass is already trying to chase him when he pulls back a little too far, threatening to leave me empty.
Carey kneels again and looms over me; empty and needy beneath him.
Mesmerized by the slow drag of his hand as he pumps his cock, my feet fall back to the bed.
“You look really fucking pretty, you know that?”
I stutter out, “Y-yes, Sir,” hoping it’s the answer he’s looking for.
“Who do you belong to?”
My eyes flutter and I clench around nothing. “You, Sir.”
His top lip raises; “Such a good little bitch,” and I feel my dick bounce against my stomach.
I want him back inside me. Tonight, tomorrow, and every day for the rest of my life.
Carey brings his dick back down to mine and holds us with one hand.
Heat floods my gut at how thick he feels against me.
As he moves they misalign slightly.
He spits again, the sound harsh in the quiet room.
The drag of his skin against mine is almost too much.
I stay as still as I can, but Carey’s hips continue to rock.
The sensitive head of my cock catches on the ridge of his and I can’t hold back the ragged sound that tears from my throat.
“Eyes.” His voice pierces me.
I force them up.
Moonlight cuts his cheekbones.
The closet light halos him.
