Page 57 of Inferno
“Rules?” His eyes flash wide with the sexiest innocent curiosity I’ve ever seen.
“No teeth, and when I come, you swallow everything I give you.”
“Teeth?” he questions.
“Wrap your lips over your teeth. If you bite me, I will make you regret it.”
“I’d never,” he insists.
“I know. You’re a good boy,” I praise, dropping my hand to the top of his head and running my fingers through the wet strands of his hair.
Looking at me for a long moment, he swallows, then lowers his gaze to my cock. His tongue pokes out of his mouth as he licks his lips, then he leans forward and swipes it over the head of my cock.
Groaning, I spread my fingers wide over the top of his head, fighting the urge to grab a handful. Soon I won’t have to hold back, and I’ll use his hair to guide his movements while I fuck his face. But for now, I need to let him lead, even if I don’t want to.
He spends a few moments toying with the head of my cock before licking along the length and innocently teasing me.
“Open your mouth, Kitten. I want to feel your lips wrapped around me.”
He follows directions beautifully, parting his lips and barely pausing as he sucks me into his mouth. The hot, wet feel of his tongue as he tentatively moves it over my length makes my balls ache with the need to come.
“You feel so fucking good, Kitten. I can’t wait to coat your tongue with my cum.”
Sucking me in an inch deeper, his inexperienced touch is awkward and uncertain, but it doesn’t matter. I can teach him how to please me, how to swallow me down and still be desperate for more. How to take me into his throat and breathe through his nose while I fuck his face hard and rough.
“Can you take more?” I question. “Take me as deep as you can.” I don’t mean for it to come out like an order, but the desire to dominate him is so strong that I don’t even realize I’m doing it until he obeys, bobbing more fully onto my cock until I feel him gag around the head.
“Jesus-fucking-Christ. Your fucking mouth,” I groan.
Like my praise encourages him, he takes me deep over and over, making himself gag on me as my balls draw up tight, and I know it’s only a matter of moments before I blow my load.
“I’m going to come, and you’re going to swallow every drop. Do you understand?” I snarl.
His eyes lift to mine and he nods, mumbling his understanding as he sucks my cock with unskilled exuberance.
Grabbing hold of his head, I push him down onto me, then hold him in place as the first burst of cum explodes from my dick. I come so hard it makes my stomach ache, but just like I told him to, Henry slurps me straight down his throat without a single protest.
The moment I’m empty and the shock has ebbed from his gaze, I pull him off my cock, smiling at the watery look in his eyes and the strings of saliva that drip from his puffy lips.
“That was perfect, Kitten,” I praise, cupping his cheek and bending down to kiss him, uncaring that his mouth tastes like my cum.
When I pull away, his eyes are wide, but there’s a small smile gracing his full, pouty lips that are even more tempting after being stretched wide around my dick. He looks…proud of himself.
I love giving head. I always have, and there is a sense of pride that follows making someone lose control that way. I imagine I probably look similar to the way Henry does now, like the cat—or in this case, the kitten—who got the cream…my cream.
Pulling him to his feet, I curl my arm around his back and drag him into me until our naked bodies are pressed tightly together. “I need to wash my hair. Do you want to stay in here or get dry?” I ask, stroking my thumb across his cheek.
Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, his gaze moves from my face, then higher to where my hair is piled on top of my head in a man bun. “Can I…”
Instead of prompting him, I wait, watching as indecision races across his face.
“Can I wash your hair?” he finally asks.
“You want to?” I ask, surprised. I love my long hair, some days I feel like Samson, like all of my strength and resolve comes from my unruly locks.
Nodding enthusiastically, he cautiously reaches up and starts to untwist the hair tie that’s holding my hair in place free. The moment he loosens it, my hair unwinds, falling messily around my face.
“It’s so thick,” Henry murmurs, more to himself than to me.
