Page 42 of Crave Me
“Good job,” I bit out, and went further into her mouth. Her eyes shot open again as I hit the back of her throat and pulled back. “Touch yourself,” I reminded her, brushing my thumbs over her cheeks. “Breathe through your nose, relax your throat. You can take all of me, I know it.”
She froze for a moment, fear flashing in her pretty eyes. I waited another moment until she relaxed. “Trust me?”
She nodded minutely, the only movement I allowed her to make before I pushed back into her mouth. “Relax,” I murmured, pressing against her. Tears swelled in her eyes. I loved it. Despite her fear, she was doing this—for me—because I’d told her to. How far could I push her?
“Good job, Little Bird,” I whispered through gritted teeth. “Keep playing with yourself. Focus on your fingers and your wet cunt. I’m going to be fucking it again as soon as you please me with this.”
She relaxed beneath me, shoulders dropped. I pulled out, went forward again, a bit further and a little bit harder. A tear fell down her cheek as I pushed against her gag reflex but she was doing perfectly. The difference between a blowjob and a woman who could take you deep in her throat was the difference between a Chevy and a Maserati. Sure, the Chevy could get you where you needed to go, but a Maserati made fucking sure you enjoyed the ride.
Chloe was my Maserati. I continued slowly, getting her to trust me, relax, gliding in and out of her mouth and her throat. I gave her time to breathe, focused on how her thighs were quivering, signaling her orgasm was close. Then I stopped fucking around. As soon as my dick pressed past her gag reflex, I stopped moving slowly.
I fucked her face and held her steady until I was seated deep in her throat. She swallowed around me, hugged me as tight as her pussy had and just as perfectly. My balls slapped against her chin as I pulled back and kept having her take me and soon, her whimpers were shooting vibrations from her throat straight to my balls.
I pulled out of her, holding on to her so she didn’t collapse and just as she asked, “Wha—” I picked her up, tossed her onto the bed on her back so her head was falling off the edge of the mattress.
Her hands flew to my hips and I shoved my dick back inside of her mouth, and I bent over her, her pussy close enough to touch.
Then, I moved. I pressed my fingers against her clit then deep inside her pussy, watched her heels dig into the bed as she spread her legs wider for me. I fucked her deep in her throat, deeper than she’d probably ever taken any other man. Her whimpers became gasps, her pussy convulsed and she writhed beneath me.
I pressed harder against her clit and pinched.
She shattered beneath me, and right as she reached the peak of her climax, I slammed myself balls deep inside her, and came down her throat, straight to her belly.
