He froze, worried that if he moved, she’d begin to choke. He wasn’t huge, but he also wasn’t small, and right now, he felt as if he was wider than he’d ever been while hard, and there’d been no warm-up to take him inside. Even as wet as her mouth was, it couldn’t have been comfortable.
He felt a contraction, the walls of her throat closing around him, squeezing, then loosening. Two seconds later, he felt it again.
Fuck! He might not make it for two minutes.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re waiting for me to fuck your mouth, aren’t you?”
She didn’t move. Didn’t whimper. Just waited, her throat flexing around his cock, soft puffs of air against his skin from breathing through her nose.
“Here we go, little spy. Put your hands on my thighs. Tap twice if you need me to let up.”
Flexing his fingertips, he gripped her hair at the root, pushed her down further on his cock for just a second, then pulled out completely before thrusting back in against her tongue. Each stroke, he pressed harder than the last against the back of her head, held her just a bit longer when she was bottomed out, and quickened his retreat and return.
Her mouth flooded with saliva, so much so that it spilled from the corners of her mouth. For three thrusts, he pulled all the way out, watching as the spit stretched between her lips and his dick. Sounds of his skin sliding back and forth against her tongue and cheeks, not to mention the grunts when he pressed her face against him, were spurring on the mother of all climaxes. Now, instead of stopping on the downstroke, he pulledout at the end of each upstroke, only to slam his cock back into her open, waiting mouth.
All the while, her eyes never left his.
He’d never felt anything so intense in his entire life. Heaven. Her mouth was pure fucking heaven.
With each retreat, her tongue curled around the underside of his dick, dragging hard as she sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed. Each plunge back toward his stomach, she let go with her tongue and buried him deep. She took him so deep so many times, her gag reflex surrendered, allowing him to disappear deeper into her mouth.
Tears leaked from her eyes, and strings of spit refused to break the connection between them. When he felt her fingers grip tighter around his legs just above the knees, however, he knew she was fine and wanted him to keep going.
It didn’t take many more strokes before he felt his imminent release, so he began fucking her mouth as furiously as he could. Whimpers of need welled up from inside her, creating amazing vibrations along his shaft. There was no holding back anymore.
“Drink me down, little spy. Every drop,” he ground out.
With one last plunge down her throat, he held himself still, feeling his cock throb in her throat, releasing his cum to her eager swallows. His hips twitched with each pulse, but she didn’t move. She just continued to swallow.
He stroked her hair, admiring the freshly fucked look from all his pulling and squeezing of her skull.
“Show me your tongue, baby. Show me that all of me went down that talented throat.”
As he pulled back, she opened her mouth wide, her tongue extended as if having a doctor look down her throat. He saw no traces of his release.
He groaned, leaned down, and kissed her long and hard, his own tongue swirling around in her mouth, searching for remnants of him and tasting only the faintest tang.
She was a gorgeous mess. Hair knotted from his twisting fingers. Eyes watering from the brutal face-fucking, her mascara streaked at the corners of her eyes. Lips red and swollen, her mouth and chin shiny with the remains of her saliva.
“Stay here.”
He caressed the side of her face, then went into the bathroom, where he ran water to warm while he pulled several washcloths from the cupboard. After running the cloths under the water, he returned to the bedroom to find her still on her knees. She hadn’t moved an inch from where she’d been.
MINE
Triumph
Holdingout his hand to her, he helped her stand on wobbly feet, then carefully set her on the edge of the bed. Tenderly, he wiped away all traces of what they’d done, gently stroking across the skin to wipe away the running makeup and saliva, then patted her face dry with the hand towel.
Even when he was focused on what he was doing, he could feel that her eyes never left his face.
As he doled out his commands, he watched her reaction.
“Go to the elevator. Hold your wristband up to the door to unlock the carriage. Take it to the roof.”
She inhaled sharply.
“Out on the patio, there’s a two-person lounger. Put it in the flat position.”
