God, he has no idea how much I’mnotplaying.
“Where do you want my cock?”
I swallow, and my tongue gets stuck to the roof of my mouth because there is no saliva left. It’s so fucking dry, I can barely speak.
“I don’t know. Wherever you want to put it.”
With a loud groan, he tips his head back. “Fuck, my dick is so hard for you. Why don’t you get on your knees and get it out so you can see for yourself.”
Careful so as not to trip over my own two feet, I step out of the pile of discarded clothes and move between his legs. Lowering myself to the floor, I get on my knees in front of him.
Hesitantly, I reach for the zipper on his pants. Unable to avoid it, my fingers brush against his bulge, drawing another pained groan from his chest.
I pull the zipper down and undo the button. All that remains between me and his cock is the black fabric of his boxers. Dipping my finger into the waistband, I pull his boxers down, and his cock springs free.
It’s even bigger than I thought. Thick veins are corded around the shaft, the mushroom-looking head is an angry purple color, and there is a shiny wet spot at the very tip.
“I want your sweet lips wrapped around it.” His low and gravelly voice vibrates through my whole body.
Placing one hand on his knee, I lift my other one to his lap. He hisses when I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft and lean in. I shift my weight, trying to scoot closer. The unforgiving cold concrete under my knees is a stark contrast to the warm and smooth skin of the dick in my hand.
“Open up, sugar.”
I do as he says and open my mouth. Sticking out my tongue, I press it to the underside of his cock and close my lips around the tip. He tastes like he smells… musky, like the earth, untamed and wild.
“Fucking Christ, you’re killing me,” he groans and places both hands on each side of my face. His large, calloused palms rub against my skin as he drags his thumbs across my cheekbones gently.
Before I can even think about objecting, he pulls my head toward him, filling my mouth with enough of his huge cock to cause my gag reflex to kick in.
Instinctively, I try to pull away. Placing my hands on his knees, I shove at him, but he only tightens his grip on me.
“No backing out now. I’m too far gone to let you stop. You’re going to suck this cock until I come down your pretty little throat.”
Panic slithers up my spine as he takes control of my head, using my mouth for his pleasure. He starts out with shallow thrusts but quickly speeds up and goes deeper with every push. I gag around his length, but that only seems to egg him on further. Blinking away the tears, I watch his face closely as it twists in pleasure. He obviously enjoys this display of power because he’s reveling in the way he has full control of me.
During his relentless assault, saliva starts running down my chin, and tears fall from the corners of my eyes. His thrusts become violent, and each one ends with the tip of his cock bumping against the back of my throat. My vision becomes blurry from both the tears and the lack of air. I let my eyes flutter shut.
“Yes,” he grunts. “Close your eyes and keep them closed.”
I follow his command. Squeezing my eyes shut, I concentrate on keeping my throat lax.
“I bet your cunt is nice and wet by now, wishing I would shove my cock in your tight hole.” At his words, I squeeze my legs together. I want to shake my head but realize shamefully that there is in fact moisture between my folds.
“I’m sorry to disappoint your pussy, but I don’t fuck girls like you.”
I flinch at his words, which deem it a reminder of what exactly we are doing here. I’m offering my body for him to use me as he pleases. That’s all this is and all it will ever be.
Relaxing my throat as much as I can, I let him do just that… use me.
After a few more brutal thrusts, he stills. His cock swells impossibly large, and a warm substance spills into the back of my throat. He holds me there for another moment, cutting off my air supply and making my head swim from the lack of oxygen.
When he finally lets go of me, I suck in air like I desperately need it. As I catch my breath, I watch his face in wonder, mesmerized by the display of absolute bliss. His head is tipped back, his eyes are closed, and his face is relaxed, making him look a few years younger. Something tells me he doesn't let himself experience this kind of pleasure often.
An odd sense of pride fills me. I made that happen. I made him feel like this.
That misplaced pride is quickly forgotten when he opens his eyes, and the haze of post-orgasm elation slips from his expression.
“That was really fucking good, but it’s time for me to leave,” he explains and starts tucking his half-hard cock back into his pants.