The heat of having her around me made me hiss as I fought to keep control. I tangled my fingers in her hair and moved my hips forward and back, fucking her mouth. When the head of my dick pushed against the back of her throat, she gagged. Her muscles tightened around me, quivering like a teasing massage.
“Fuck,” I ground out as my head fell back. I didn’t know what it was about that night, but I had no control. I wanted to spill my come down her throat. I wanted to taste it on her lips when we kissed. I wanted to see her with tears in her eyes from choking on my cock and my come dripping from her swollen lips.
The imagery alone would push me over the edge, but when she shoved me to the back of her throat and made herself gag around me, I lost it.
My orgasm hit me like a brick wall.
Wave after wave rocked through me, causing me to send shot after shot of my release into her mouth. She gagged, gasped, and gurgled as my hips slowed to a stop.
Fisting her hair, I pulled her back up. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her lids were hooded. Her lips were red and swollen, glistening with her spit and my come. I ran my thumb across her thick bottom lip, wiping my come away. She was a beautiful fucking mess.
“You look good when my come is leaking from between your lips.” I darted my tongue out and licked my come from her lips. “Good enough to eat.”
She let out a soft gasp at my move.
My eyes met hers. “Take off your clothes and lie down.”
She was gasping, but she jumped to do exactly as I said. She pulled off her dress, slipped out of her bra, and then she pushed her panties down her legs before lying back.
“Spread your legs,” I ordered as I pushed her knee to the side.
She lay before me, completely fucking naked and wide open for me to do whatever the fuck I wanted with. I was practically fucking salivating with the possibility.
Her full, perky tits were begging me to be marked. Her chest was heaving up and down with her labored breathing.
I leaned down and sucked a pebbled nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it as she whimpered beneath me.
I loved the sounds she made for me.
I moved to her other breast and gave it the same treatment before I peppered kisses against it. I sucked the soft flesh hard, making her hiss at the painful mark I put on her skin.
Mine. Fucking mine.
After leaving several more marks on her creamy skin, I pulled away and stared down at her. The junction between her legs was blushing, swollen, and glistening with arousal.
I ran my finger between her bare folds, shoving a finger inside her tight cunt.
Her back arched, and a moan slipped free. I bent forward and sucked her clit into my mouth as I curled my finger inside her.Deciding she needed another finger, I worked a second into her tight, hot confines.
Her knees began to shake, and her hands tightened into fists at her sides. I sucked on her clit and flicked my tongue across again and again. All the while, I was burying my fingers inside and curling them to tease that magic spot. It wasn’t until I pushed my pinky into her ass that she bucked and came undone.
Her legs wrapped around my neck and squeezed like she was trying to choke me out. My free arm wrapped around her thigh, and my hand tightened to release some of the pressure she had on my throat, but there was no fucking way I was going to stop. I’d rather pass out from lack of oxygen than let an orgasm of this size fade away after all the work we’d done to get there.
She wiggled and moaned. She twitched and pleaded. She lifted herself off the bed, and I saw spots. And just when I thought I might pass out from lack of air, her ride ended, and she came floating down to reality. Her muscles released, and she relaxed into the bed. I sucked in a gasping breath before pushing her to her side and landing a firm smack to her ass.
The slapping sound echoed in my ears, and my handprint instantly bloomed on her skin. She yelped and turned to stare at me with wide eyes.
“What was that for? Did I do something wrong?”
“You almost made me pass out. That’s a bad girl.”
A bashful smile morphed onto her pretty face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. You could have stopped.”
“If you think that I would rather stop making you come on my face than pass out, you don’t know me at all. It’s time for your punishment. Now roll over.”
“Are you going to hurt me?” she asked, biting down on her lower lip.
“Maybe,” I replied. “Do you trust me?”
