Hold On

I look up and he’s looking down, my stomach flipping and fluttering. I bow my head slightly, running my forehead along the inside of his thigh with a reverence I’ve never felt before.

He must feel it, too, because a moment later, I feel the weight of his hand on top of my head, gently rubbing and gripping my hair, tipping it back so I am forced to look at his penis.

“You’re going to worship my cock, you know that? It will become your purpose. Your pleasure.”

I nod slightly in his grip as his other hand comes down and fists the base, the muscles of his stomach and thighs turning hard.

“Know I will become your king. Your God. Are you ready for that, my sweet little one? Are you ready for all I want to take from you? All I want to give you?”

I lick my lips as he brings the weeping head of his cock to my mouth, then answer in a hushed tone, my breaths quick and unsteady.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“Good girl.” His voice is low and thick. “Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”

As I happily comply, my own arousal seeps out of me, and he smacks the head of his dick on my outstretched tongue over and over as my eyes tear, and I try to breathe deep in anticipation.

“This cock will be your world. You will always take care of it, understood?”

I nod as he brings his hard length down again on my tongue.

He releases my hair only to bring that hand to my chin, pulling my mouth open wide as he stuffs in the first half of his cock. Halfway in, it’s already at the back of my throat, gagging me, my mouth filled as I stare into the thatch of dark hair that surrounds his manhood.

It’s unlike I expected. It’s smooth, soft and hard at the same time. The taste is more thrilling than I could have imagined.

It feels like an extension of his very being, and I’m filled with an odd sense of honor for having him inside me like this.

When I look up at him, his eyes tell me he’s feeling something similar. Like I am truly that angel heaven dropped here just for him, and everything for us exists in this moment. Everything we’ve been waiting for but didn’t know is right here.

Right now.

With his cock in my mouth.

“Do you know what to do?” He withdraws, leaving me feeling a bit lost, but I try to answer.

“Not really. I know what I want to do. I know what feels right.”

“Then do that.”

I bring a hand up and cup the heavy sac between his thighs, then watch as he winces.

“I’m sorry, did that hurt?” I’m horrified the first thing I do has caused him pain.

“Fuck, no. It doesn’t hurt. I’ve never felt anything like you before. It’s so perfect, it’s like my body doesn’t even know how to deal with it. But believe me, it will figure it out. Keep going. Trust me, if you do something wrong, I’ll correct you. If there’s something I want from you, I’ll instruct you. If you do something right, I will reward you. Now, suck my cock like it’s your last day on earth. Show me how you feel with your mouth…”

I feel the textured skin on his balls tighten and move in my hand as he drives his cock back between my lips, his hands on the sides of my head as I suck and flick my tongue along the hard length, listening to the strained noises he makes with each movement of my mouth.

“Jesus…your mouth was born for my cock.” His legs take a wider stance like he’s afraid he will lose his balance, and I reach around, gripping the backs of his thighs, afraid I might topple over as the force of his thrusts grows wild.

His movements are frenzied, hands now in my hair, gathering it into a single mass at the top of my head where he controls me. It hurts as he tightens and pulls, but it is so erotic my body trembles and heat gathers down low, threatening to send me into my own orgasm.

He lodges inches of his cock in my airway, cutting off my oxygen for seconds at a time, and as he fucks my mouth, I struggle to gasp air between thrusts.

I’m dizzy as the feeling comes over me that I am no more than a piece of meat for him in this moment. A treasured, cherished piece of meat, but his fuck toy nonetheless.

And I love it. I love making him crazed like this. I only hope it’s the first of thousands of times he will put me here. On my knees.

Where I belong.

I wonder for a moment if there’s a malfunction in my brain that’s making me feel this way. I never dreamed I could go from the never-been-kissed girl to the on-her-knees-drooling girl in less than a day.