Page 112 of Axe Marks the Spot

“How about my cum, baby? Would you beg for that, too?” She nods her response and rubs her needy thighs together once more. I remove my fingers and grip her chin, practically growling. “Use your mouth to show me how much you want it. Work for it. Then I’ll give you a reward for being such a good cock slut.”

Lindsey’s chest heaves, and I release her chin, seeing what she’ll do. Her glistening eyes, almost black with arousal, gleam with determination. Her hands on my thighs begin to move, but I stop her.

“Mouth only. No hands.” I can see she’s not pleased with that, so I add, “I just showed you what I like. Now get me off before I turn that ass red again.”

She groans a little, and I lean my head back against the chair and place my hands on the armrests so I can enjoy the show. Lindsey is a quick learner, and she’s eager to please. She just needed my help to boost her confidence and get her going.

She keeps her eyes on mine as she slides her mouth back over my weeping cock. Her fingers dig into my thigh muscles as she slowly starts to work up and down my shaft, the veins of my dick disappearing between her swollen lips as she blows me.

“Fuck, yes,” I grunt. “What a perfect cock slut you are.”

Her moan around my cock spurs me on, so I lift my hips up slightly. “You’re mine to use, aren’t you, Lindsey?” She moans again. “I bet if I asked you to keep my dick warm with just that sinful mouth all day, you would, wouldn’t you?”

Her responding sweet whimper is so deep, the vibrations almost have me coming down her throat.

“Take me deeper. I know you can do it.”

Lindsey’s fingers dig harder into my thighs, and I watch with satisfaction as she tries to take all of me on her own. She can’t, but I like her determination. She gags, and I expect her to let up, but she doesn’t. Her nostrils flare as she breathes and tries again, taking nearly three-quarters of me.

“Oh, fuck, baby. That’s it.”

Her mouth works up and down my dick, and I know I won’t last much longer. I move my fingers to the back of her head, keeping the pressure light.

“Keep sucking.”

Her cheeks hollow, and the sloppy sounds of my cock moving in and out of her slippery mouth along with her sucking is the best kind of music.

“This is your warning,” I grunt. “If you don’t want to swallow, tap my thigh three times now.”

She answers by trying to take me all the way down. My fingers tangle in her silky tresses. I moan when her throat muscles contract around my crown and her fingers grip my jeans. Fuck me, I’m never going to come back from this. Lindsey is incredible.

“I’m coming, baby,” I say through gritted teeth. Her eyes look up, watery yet mischievous. Her cheeks hollow, and my lower spine tingles, my balls tightening. If I could, I’d hold off and make good on my threat to have her keep my cock warm, but there’s no way in hell I can stop. Her mouth is too good, too wet, and the way she’s fucking looking at me—

I let out a string of curses as I hold her head in place. I come with a force I never have before. Lindsey’s cheeks bulge a bit, and she gags as I shoot down her throat, so I let up on my grip. She doesn’t move off my cock, though. Some of my cum slips out from the side of her lips along with saliva, but her throat tenses and releases as she attempts to swallow all of me down.

My fingers flex against her skull, and my eyes remain open to watch every second of her being the cock-hungry slut I told her she is, that she’s proven to be. I keep coming, and my muscles twitch as she sucks me dry like I’m her last fucking meal.

“Goddamn.” I groan, spending the last of my lust into her mouth. Lindsey takes it down, and I exhale a satisfied breath as my body sags back against the chair. But Lindsey doesn’t let up, her mouth still on me. Warmth and pleasure fill my body knowing she’s waiting for me to give her an order.

I take my hands from her hair and cup her cheeks. While I guide her off my length, she sucks the entire way, popping off it like I’m a goddamn lollipop. I continue to hold her face with one hand as I collect the cum she missed on my finger.

“Open up,” I say huskily. Lindsey doesn’t hesitate, licking the leftovers from my finger, making my spent dick twitch. I trace her swollen lips when she’s done. “You did so good, baby. My perfect cock slut.”

A soft smile warms Lindsey’s face, and I use my thumb to stroke her flushed cheek.

“Thank you, Sir.” Her voice is scratchy from the abuse her throat took, but I’d be a fucking liar if I said I didn’t like it.

“Are you ready for your reward now?”

She nods. “If you think I deserve it, Sir.”

A surge of pride swells in my chest, and I nod. “I do. You’ve made me very happy.” I tuck my cock back in my jeans, the front wet with Lindsey’s saliva. She watches with a near pout, and I chuckle.

“Stand up.” She blinks at the abrupt command, but despite her confusion, she obeys. Her face pinches in discomfort at the myriad of sensations I’m sure she’s experiencing. “Remove your dress.”

Lindsey stares at me as if I’ve asked her to get naked and jump up and down.

“Do you need another spanking?” I warn. “I’m happy to remind you that your sexy body belongs to me. Every part of it.”