Big Man

“Slowly take me into your mouth,” he says, and I know I’m not imagining the tightness in his voice, the way his control teeters on the edge. I want to make him lose control.

I part my lips and take his cock into my mouth. Fuck. He’s huge. My jaw stretches to take him, but I just part my lips wider and swallow him deeper, pushing him inch by inch into my mouth. I want his cock inside me, as much as I can take. I want to get him off.

I lift my hands to encircle the base of his cock, and it takes both hands to wrap around him. I finally have him as deep in my mouth as I think he’ll go, and I start to rock backward, but he reaches down and wraps his hands through my hair, tangling his fingers in my curls and pinning me in place.

“Have you ever tried deep-throat, Sasha?” he asks.

It’s hard to reply with his cock in my mouth, but I manage an uh-uh, my voice muffled. He inhales sharply as the vibrations around his cock send shocks along his nerve system, and I make a mental note of that for later.

“Do you want to?”

Mmhmm, I agree, making sure to let the sound last, my mouth buzzing around his shaft. His cock jumps in my mouth, and I press my tongue along the underside of his shaft to keep up the pressure.

“Relax your jaw.”

I do as I’m told, at least as much as I can. He presses forward, and I reach around to grab his ass with one hand, holding on as his cock slides toward the back of my tongue. My body tenses, and I feel my gag reflex start to kick in, but Grant is slow, patient. He draws back a little.

“Really relax, Sasha. Give me control.”

I try to do that. This time, when he presses forward again, I take him deeper, deeper than I’ve ever been able to take any guy before. I let my jaw go limp, surrender control to Grant, to the taste of his big cock in my mouth, the feel of him filling me up. He hits the back of my throat, and I reach up to grab his ass with both hands, taking a deep breath before he presses down, into my throat. My lips almost touch his base, and he’s as far down my throat as he can go, his head falling back, his teeth gritted.

“Fuck, Sasha,” he hisses, and my stomach tightens at that sound, the sound of him lost in pleasure—because of me.

He draws back again, and I breathe in deep as soon as I can, his cock wet from my throat and tongue. I circle my tongue against his underside as he pulls out of my mouth, then slowly back in.

I can’t get enough of this. Looking up at him and catching him watching me hungry, gaze hooded, his cock at attention in my mouth, his whole body taut with tension as he starts to rock back and forth, his hands tightening in my hair.

I can tell he’s getting close as his muscles tense, and I lean into his motions, tightening my mouth around him, eager to make him lose control the way he makes me. A low groan escapes his mouth, and I moan in response, loving how he tenses, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth.

But just when he’s about to finish, he presses his palm against my forehead, halting me in place. “Not yet, Sasha.” There’s a strain in his voice—it’s taking him effort not to let me finish. I stop moving, but I keep pressing my tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing the veins with the tip of my tongue. He inhales again, sharper.

“I want to enjoy you for longer,” he murmurs, slowly drawing out of my mouth. When his cock passes my lips, I let out a soft sigh of protest, and he chuckles. “Eager to finish already?”

I shake my head, meeting his gaze. “I want to taste you.”

He raises an eyebrow, pointed.

I swallow, catching his meaning. “I mean, I want to taste you… Master.”

He grins. “Maybe I’ll reward you after this with a taste of my cum. Would you like that, City Girl?”

“Yes, Master,” I reply, not even hesitating this time, getting into character. There’s something thrilling about this, about submitting.

His smile widens and he steps back. “Stand up.”

I push myself to my feet, eyes still on his body, his cock at attention between us, demanding all of my attention.

“Take off your dress.” I reach for the hem, but he stops me with a lifted palm. “Slowly.”

So I lock eyes with him and take my time, sliding my dress up inch by inch, revealing more skin tantalizingly slowly. I step closer to him, making sure to lean into my step, sway my hips, and his gaze drops to them obediently, his eyes lingering on my curves with clear appreciation.