I couldn’t respond to him even if I tried.
“...You fuck me every night and you’re still too chicken shit to call me your boyfriend.”
Carey leans in again, spitting right in the middle of my face.
He lets go of my hair, and hooks his thumbs into the sides of my mouth; spreading it wide.
“Tongue out,” he demands, and I do my best.
He pulls harder, my lips stretching, tightness radiating through my cheeks.
Moving his hips side to side, he teases my tongue with the tip of his cock. “You want it?”
It’s truly wretched how willingly I nod.
“Say it!” he barks, easing up slightly on my mouth.
“Please, Sir. Let me have it.”
“If you want more, you need to promise to tell her….”
My whole body tenses, and I can see the demon rising in Carey’s eyes.
He grits his teeth. “...You need to tell her you're taken or I’ll never fill your mouth again…”
A whine comes from so deep within me there’s no way Brooklyn doesn’t hear it.
“...You won’t get my cock, my fingers,ormy tongue...”
I grab his legs because he’s too much.
Too mean, too hot, too powerful.
I plead with my eyes as thick drool drips off my chin.
“...Say it!”
I splutter, “I promise,” as my eyes start to water. “I’ll do it. Just please feed me.”
With a smirk I think I may love more than anything in the world, Carey takes hold of his cock in one hand, and digs the thumb of his other up into the roof of my mouth.
Pursing his lips, he drops a trail of spit onto the head of his cock then slides it over my tongue and straight to the back of my throat.
I have nowhere to go. He’s got me open for him—like a fish on a fucking hook, suspended—ready and willing to humiliate myself on his whim.
I can’t close my mouth, but he doesn’t care. All I can do is grip his thighs to ground myself as he fucks the brain cells right out of my skull.
With his cock as deep as it will go, he tugs me higher with his thumb, and wraps around my throat with his other hand. “Relax,” he says, gently stroking over my straining veins and Adam’s apple.
My neck is already jelly, but I do my best to flatten my tongue and loosen my bottom jaw.
I know what’s coming.
Still trapped in my jeans, my cock is leaking with anticipation of how it will feel.
The stress. The Sting.
How violently I’ll gag and cough.
