“God, your mouth feels amazing. Keep going, baby. I’m gonna cum for you,” he groans, and I increase my pace just slightly, taking him deep into my mouth, until he hits the back of my throat, and then humming gently. He growls and I know this must be one of his favorite things, so I do it over and over again. Each time, I push him a little further, until he’s halfway down my throat, my gag reflex again kicking in.
I gag on his cock and spit the influx of saliva onto his stiff erection, which defies gravity in the way it stands out on its own. His eyes hood over when I hulk on him, and I know he’s a freaky bastard with all the kinky shit he loves. That turns me on too.
I really cannot believe this man has never felt pussy. I don’t want to win the prize I’ve signed onto, but I know I’m going to be the first woman he fucks, I have to be. There’s no way he can ever give this good dick to anyone but me, I won’t have it. This is mine.
“Baby, fuck!” He grunts as I squeeze the base of his cock while sucking the tip with hard suction. He’s turning to putty in my mouth, his legs shifting as he struggles to maintain his balance, his knees must be going weak.
There’s something about bringing a man like him to his knees that just makes me want to explode. And knowing that he loves me only makes this all the more enticing and exhilarating. His hand drops from the back of my head and falls down to my cheek, prompting me to look up at him. With his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, he’s glaring down at me with a mix of admiration and appreciation. I may be blowing him, but I’m sure his eyes are telling me he loves me.
He is in utter bliss as he watches his cock disappear inside my mouth, my eyes watering as he hits the back of my throat and my gag reflex threatens to rear its ugly head again. I don’t care how many times he’s had a blow job, nothing has compared to this, I’m sure of it.
“Please, baby. Make me cum,” he begs, his hips surging. He thinks I’m going to do the torturing bit again, delaying his orgasm.
There’s a bit of guilt and pleasure that rushes through me. Guilt because he feels like he’s about to be punished, since I have delayed his orgasm before, but also pleasure because he’s given me ownership of his release and he’s begging me for it. The biggest shock I could give him is not making him wait, so I do just that.
With both of my hands wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, I squeeze tightly, rotating in opposite directions like I’m grinding pepper, while bobbing my head forward as I suck his head aggressively. My mouth and hands are working overtime and his hips are quickly surging, he can’t get enough!
“Ashley! Don’t you fucking stop! Oh baby,” he groans as I continue to rock his world.
“Oh fuck! You feel too good! I don’t want to cum yet,” he
growls but I don’t stop.
He’s mine and I control when and where he comes. He’s going to cum down my throat and I can’t wait to taste him. Knowing that I’ll get his pleasure only drives me forward, as I grow hungry for his release. I want to drive him to climax more than I want to climax myself.
“Ashley,” he groans my name so sexily. His voice is hoarse and throaty, his tone is full of begging and pleading, his body teetering on losing control.
My hands are twisting so tightly, sliding on all of the saliva. I can taste the pre-cum from the tip of his cock and I know he’s going to be salty and creamy from the sample. He’s losing all control and I know it’s only a matter of minutes before he explodes in my mouth. I am so eager to feel him, to drive him to the point of no return.
“Right there, baby. Fuck! I fucking love you, girl. Suck me good, Ashley,” he growls and I find myself heating up all over again. Just hearing him tell me he loves me before he loses it is so erotic. It’s like my head is reminding him of how much I love him, or even making him love me more.
“Ahh! Baby! Don’t stop!” He whines, and his weak tone makes me drop my hands to my side. Sucking him with no hands, I reach for my nipples, and tease myself while bobbing my head forward and backward, taking his length all the way down my throat and spitting it up before repeating the pattern again and again.
“Holy fuck! Ashley, you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard!” He growls loudly and it's exactly what I want to hear, exactly what I want to accomplish.
“Touch your pussy,” he growls, his hand now gripping a handful of my hair, his body taking over as he surges forward eager for release.
Dropping my hand to my pussy, I circle my clit before sliding two fingers inside of my slippery snatch. God, it feels good. I curve around my finger, relishing in the pressure as I continue to bob on and off of his cock, my jaws sore from the maximum stretching. There’s a splashing sound as my finger slides in and out, in and out, as I moan my pleasure on his cock.
“That sounds so fucking hot! Bang yourself harder,” he instructs and I do as he orders. The sound is exemplified, the splashing noise growing louder and louder each time I slam into me, my palm tapping my clit and I think I might explode.
“Don’t you fucking cum,” he grips my hair tightly and I look up at him in disappointment, my body racing toward my climax.
“You’re cumming on my tongue, nowhere else,” he clarifies and that doesn’t sound half bad, so I slow my fingers and focus instead on getting him off so he can do the same to me.
Returning my hands to his manhood, I jerk him roughly as my mouth takes in as much as I can handle. As a team, my hands and mouth push him on, urging him to explode, and he growls and groans his approval as my pace matches the rhythm of his desperate hips.
Just when he begins to lose control, those hips rocking fast and erratic, I see his balls draw up and know that he’s close. Readying myself, I balance my weight as his eyes hood over. Looking up, he’s unable to watch me, so I watch him now.
First his eyelids lower, and then they flash open, as his eyes roll into the back of his head. Next, his head falls back, as a loud and throaty groan escapes him. When his hips pause, just as his hands push my head onto his cock, I know he’s reached his limit. His cock twitches in my mouth and then I feel him spasm as he hollers his satisfaction.
The creamy, salty, thickness slides down my throat and I swallow a mix of his semen and saliva as I continue to suck him, squeezing his base as I suck him off. His hips are barely rocking, but he’s still twitching and oozing more cum into my mouth.
“Oh fuck! Milk me, baby… Take it all,” he growls and I suck him gently, taking all of his cock down my throat before sliding it out slowly and doing it again. He’s growing soft under my tongue as I drain him of every drop of his pleasure. Just as I’ve finished, he leans down and kisses my forehead.
“That was fucking amazing. Now lie down on this bed. I’m about to make you cum until you cry,” he warns me.
My heart is racing as the adrenaline supersedes. I was so worked up for his build up I kind of forgot about mine. Now, he’s determined to drive me even more crazy than I drove him, I can see it from the look in his eyes. As I lie on the bed he stands above me, looking down with a conspiratorial glare as he takes in my naked body. I squirm from his gaze alone, feeling effortlessly sexy beneath him.