Hotel O

“Good,” he says, “Because I’m going to fuck your pretty little mouth, and you won’t be able to stop me.”

Oh, God. Those words alone could make me come again.

He puts the gag around my face and locks it in place, forcing me to take it into my mouth.

“Don’t move your hands,” he murmurs as he positions himself in front of me.

Pre-cum drips from his tip as he circles it around my lips. Then he slowly inches forward, sinking into my mouth with ease. I can taste the saltiness on my tongue, going deeper and deeper, and my clit thumps in response.

Wetness pools between my legs as he buries himself deep inside me until I gag. Then he pulls out again.

“Good kitten,” he murmurs, going right back in again.

With every thrust, he goes a little bit faster, until I’m struggling to hold back my hands. But I have to resist … I don’t ever want to give up pushing my own boundaries just to see how much filthier things can get. And this definitely reaches the oh-my-God spot.

He bumps against the back of my throat while keeping his eyes on me at all times; as if he wants to gauge my reaction to him claiming my mouth like it always belonged to him. I don’t look away.

“That’s it, Kitten. Feel my cock go down your throat. Every … filthy … inch,” he groans, slamming into me faster and faster.

He grabs my face and holds me down at his base, forcing me to feel him inside me. When he pulls out again, I heave as he rubs his dick on my face, covering me with saliva and pre-cum. Then he goes right back in again, repeating the process over and over until I’m dripping … at both ends.

But I never stop looking him in the eyes as he nears his climax, and I watch him come undone … right in my throat.

His seed jets into me as he roars out loud, pounding into me again and again to cover the back of my throat. I struggle to swallow it down. As he pulls out, some of it splashes onto the floor as I cough and lean over.

He immediately wipes his length across my face and shoves his fingers into my mouth. “Bad Kitten.”

He takes off the gag and then pushes my head down onto the floor. “Lick. All of it.”

My tongue dips out to gather what I spit out and suck it up. I don’t even give a shit that it’s humiliating because it’s such a fucking turn-on that I’m about ready to come again.

That’s when I feel his hand on my ass. The sudden spank has me jolting up.

“Did I say you could stop?” he says.

I quickly return to licking as he perches himself behind me.

I wonder what he’s planning to do. I don’t have to wait long for the answer, though … because he pushes the dildo inside my pussy.

I moan out loud from both the taste of his cum and the need to pleasure myself.

“Go on then. Fuck this cock like your life depends on it,” he says, still holding it.

And I do. So fucking hard.

“Don’t stop until the floor is clean … then you can come.”

My tongue feels numb, but I keep going because I don’t ever give up what I started. So I lick and suck until I’m shaking with need. And when all the drops of cum have been swallowed, I writhe on the dildo that he’s still firmly holding.

“Come on then, be a filthy little kitten. Come all over this cock,” he growls.

His words are all I need to push me over the edge.

I come so hard my throat feels squeezed from the moan trying to escape. The shockwaves are too delicious, and when they’re all done, I almost collapse.

He pulls the dildo out of me and brings it to the front, saying, “Open your mouth.”

Then he makes me lick that off too.

By the time we’re done, I’m so tired, I can’t even get up from the floor.

“So was that enough play for you, or do you want more?” he asks, pulling the dildo from my mouth.

I’m short on breath as I try to formulate words, but I’m sure it sounds more like gibberish. “Tired …”

He grins and then wraps his arms around my body, pulling me up from the floor. “C’mon then,” he says, carrying me in his arms like a knight in shining armor. “A shower it is and then a nap.”

What a fucking gentleman.

Chapter 33

Kat

After our little sexy bout, I went back home where I finished work on my story. I haven’t decided when I’m going to turn it in yet. I will, someday, but I just don’t want to do it when it’s not a hundred percent perfect, which requires several edits and maybe even more.