He feels amazing against my tongue, my lips, my cheeks. Like I was made for him. The veins and ridges ripple under my tongue and lips. As I take him more deeply into my throat again, my pussy reacts, pulsing and clenching.
And all I want, in all the world, is for him to be inside me.
I can’t believe I am enjoying this so much. But I am. So much. I shift my foot a little bit so I’m grinding my clit into the back of my right heel. I groan against his cock with the pleasure of it. I’m enjoying this so much, I might just cum myself.
I open my throat, relax my body, and take him another inch. The tip presses against my esophagus. I gag again and my body feels split in two—the rational part of me says stop that. While the deep primal part of me says keep doing that until you both come.
I look up at him to check I’m doing okay. And the look on his face, it’s pure bliss. Pure power.
He pushes into my mouth, taking my throat a little. “You’re such a good little girl, Jess. That tight throat. This huge cock. You think you can fucking handle me for real?”
My god. Those words. They light a fire in my belly. He knows me well enough to know that’ve never met a challenge that I didn’t like. And his words are just that. A challenge. Halfway to a dare. Little innocent me versus big manly him.
I’ll show him who can win this one, alright.
My body warms up and my throat loosens. I take him faster and deeper and more, more, more.
I hear his groans, feel his thrusts. I push right past my limit and on into uncharted waters. And God, I love swimming in these unknown depths.
Finally, I can’t take anymore, and I pull away, gasping for air.
Mike’s cock springs up slick and spit-covered between us. He wipes the spit off my lips, smiling down at me with so much pride, so much need.
“Have you ever done this before, baby girl?”
I look up at him and shake my head. “No. Only you.”
Mike looks relieved and possessive. And for one second, I wonder what would have happened if this wasn’t my first time. If he wasn’t my first. He’d probably kill whoever it was that came before. “So this is your first time. Your first time for all for this.”
I nod up at him yes. His dick bobs against my lips. I gather up a mouthful of saliva and let it dribble into my palm, then take him again in my grip.
“This is my first time for everything.”
Mike groans, his body reacting physicall7y as he does. I didn’t think it was possible, but he gets even harder, and now new veins throb powerfully at the base.
“You’re so good, Jess. Suck that dick nice and slow. I want to feel every inch going in and out. Because after that, you’re fucking mine.”
Mine. His. Only his. I relax my throat, take a deep breath, and go in for another round. I take him as far inside my mouth as I possibly can, until my chin nudges my balls. And as I feel their heat and power, I’m reminded that they have a very specific purpose. To make babies. And that thought, that idea just about sends me right over the edge.
As I get bolder and dirtier, as the morning sounds of birdsong mix up with the slurping of me worshiping his magnificent cock, I taste another spurt of precum. More, this time. With a new taste.
I want to feel myself get lost in him. But more than that, right now, I want to feel him get lost in me.
I want to be the one to make it happen. Now. In this moment. Right here, and right now.
But Mike knots his fingers into my hair and pulls me off him. Rough, aggressive. “Not a fucking chance, baby girl. You come first. Then me. And me inside you. Always. We clear?”
I swallow hard, looking up at him, feeling my toes cramp again. “Yes.”
His eyes harden. “Yes, what?”
He’s wanting something very specific. “Yes…Mr. Hawthorn.”
That isn’t it. I can tell that right off. “Close. But not quite.”
The word pops into my head unprompted. The most natural thing in the world. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Atta fucking girl,” He growls, drawing me up to standing, and swatting my ass. “Now, get on your fucking knees. And let me take what’s mine.”