“Such an eager little slut.”
I let her continue like this, and test her reactions with filthy words of encouragement. Contrary to what she said earlier, degradation doesn’t make her falter.
“Look at you, sucking your professor like a well-practiced pro. Are you trying to get an A?”
Phoenix makes an enthusiastic sound that vibrates over my cockhead. The fingers of one hand run back and forth along my inner thigh and the other massages my balls. She’s everywhere—around my cock, my sac, in my mind. I’m fucking losing myself to her.
My back arches like the grip of a bow, and every nerve in my body pulls taut. I’m no longer in control of my own pleasure. At any moment, she’ll speed up, and I’ll shoot my ego down her throat.
This blowjob has become a battle of wills, with Phoenix determined to make me climax at her command.
I tighten my hold in her hair until she makes a pained sound, but even that vibrates along my cock and pushes me toward a climax.
Fuck.
She’s even better than I’d imagined.
My grip strengthens, until she glares up at me, her eyes pained.
“That’s it,” I say from between clenched teeth because even my vocal cords tremble. “Now, let’s test your gag reflex.”
Rising off the throne, I make her shuffle backward a little to avoid toppling over. She stares up at me, her eyes quizzical and wide. The hand that was massaging my balls falls to the side while she holds on to my thigh with the other.
“I’m going to use you hard and fast, and you’ll take it. Any problems, you tap the side of my leg. Understood?”
She nods.
I hold her head steady, thrust my hips, and fuck her throat with hard thrusts.
She squeezes her eyes shut and splutters.
“Breathe through your nose.”
Phoenix nods, the choking subsiding. I move forward with another hard snap of my hips that makes her inhale sharply through her nostrils.
“Look at me,” I hiss.
When she raises her gaze, her pretty eyes glisten.
“Good girl,” I mutter. “You’re taking my cock so well.”
She breathes loud and hard as tears slide down the side of her face.
“You remember what to do if you’re struggling?” I say.
She nods.
I use her mouth and throat like she’s my own personal fucktoy, all the while fixing my gaze on her eyes. Her fingers tighten around my thighs, but as long as she doesn’t tap, I’m not slowing.
Saliva streams down the sides of her lips as she completely loses control. I piston in and out of her mouth, shuddering each time she swallows. It’s the only thing she’s capable of in this state—that, and gripping onto me for balance.
“Don’t move,” I say, even though the words are redundant.
Phoenix and I will be locked in position until I’m satisfied.
One of her hands leaves my hip. My jaw tightens as I wait for her to indicate she’s had enough. Instead of tapping, she cups my balls and squeezes.
Fucking.