Then his voice, low and rough:
“You really think you can handle my cock down that short little throat of yours?” A smirk. “You can barely handle my fingers, Piggy.”
My cheeks flame, but I don’t let go.
Because I want him to see. I want him to know I’ll take anything he gives.
I nod, eager.
He shoves his fingers deeper, and I fight the reflex, swallowing around him instead. He chuckles darkly, feeling me try.
“Still think you can take all of me?” he murmurs.
He’s wrong.
I can.
My hand drifts to his jeans, but he swats it away, undoing them himself, his eyes never leaving mine.
The head of his cock presses against my lips, and I open for him, letting him slide in — thick and hot on my tongue.
My throat strains as he pushes deeper, but I breathe slow and let him take what he wants.
His hand fists in my hair, rough and demanding, guiding me down until I feel the stretch at the back of my throat. My lips sting. My eyes water. But I don’t pull away — I sink further, proud when his breath hitches.
“God, you’re pathetic,” he sneers, though his voice sounds tighter now. “Still trying so hard to please me.”
I hum around him, my nails digging into his thighs as he rocks his hips, testing my limits.
“Look at you,” he growls, his gaze dark and hungry. “On your knees, letting me ruin that sweet little mouth. I corrupted you.”
I moan around him, throat fluttering, and his smirk falters just slightly.
My chin brushes his body as he holds me there, savoring it — savoringme. Then he releases me, and I pull back just enough to catch my breath, spit slicking my lips and chin.
But before he can say a word, I press forward again, greedy and determined, taking him deep, swallowing around him until his hand tightens in my hair and his composure finally cracks.
I love making him lose control.
I love how shocked he looks when I give him everything.
And I do.
His hips stutter forward, and I whimper around him, thighs trembling as I rock to meet his thrusts, letting him own me completely.
My latex is soaked as my arousal seeps out. He doesn’t even have to touch me. This is all I need.
To be his. To be used. To be wanted by him.
“You like cock down your throat, Piggy?” he growls.
I answer by raking my nails down the cold flesh of his ass, loving the way he twitches from the sting.
His hand fists tighter in my hair.
“Bet you want Killian’s dick stretching your little mouth. You gonna drool all over him, too?”
I yank back hard, glaring up with pinched brows. “No! I only want yours!”
