“Calloway…” She leaned against the back of the couch and watched me, thrusting herself into my face. In the beginning, her desires and movements were subtle. But now, she took what she wanted from me, showing her carefree side. She lived in the moment, and if she wanted more, she just took it.
I sucked her clit into my mouth and pulled hard, giving her the kind of friction that would send her over the edge.
And she did. Like she was dying, she screamed at the top of her lungs and came all around me, her pussy clenching against my mouth as the aftershocks took over. She panted and released my hair, giving my scalp a gentle massage in remorse.
I refused to give her any kind of break because my cock was throbbing in pain. I got my slacks and boxers off then yanked her to the floor. I positioned her on her hands and knees before I got the perfect grip on the back of her hair. I shoved my dick in her mouth and pushed as far as I could go, deep throating her until she nearly gagged. Saliva immediately dripped from her mouth and fell down her chin to the floor.
“Look at me.” I thrust my hips and buried my cock deep inside her, letting my dark side run wild. It was the closest I’d ever gotten to pure dominance. When she slapped me, she unleashed a force deep within my chest. Now I couldn’t slow down or calm myself. I wanted to fuck her mouth until I filled it with all my cum.
She looked up at me, her ass in the air and her skirt bunched around her waist. Her mouth was wide-open like a snake as she took in my length over and over. Even when she struggled, she kept going—because she was a pro.
I looked into her eyes as I kept thrusting, loving the tears building there because my cock was too big for her mouth. I clenched her hair tighter as I shoved myself deep within, stretching her throat and moving across the grooves of her tongue.
Seeing this beautiful woman on her knees, her mouth gaping open for my cock, was a turn-on in itself. My balls tightened hard against my body, preparing for the all-consuming crescendo of pleasure. “It’s coming, sweetheart.” I shoved my entire length into her throat and held it there.
She held her breath as she waited for it since she couldn’t breathe anyway. Saliva still dripped from her mouth onto the floor.
The blinding sensation traveled down my stomach and through my balls, exploding out of my shaft before it hit the back of her throat. I squirted against her tongue and gave her everything I had.
Like the good submissive she was, she didn’t choke. She continued to hold her breath until I finished coming deep inside her. Tears fell from her eyes, and her arms shook from holding her weight up.
I wanted to keep my dick in her mouth, even as it softened. The image before me was purely erotic, getting me hard in my dreams. I didn’t want to leave the safety of her mouth because it was such a beautiful place. She sucked my cock like she wanted it more than I did. She wanted every drop of my cum—as much as I wanted to give it.
I pulled my cock out of her mouth then wiped her lips with the back of my sleeve. “You’re an amazing cock sucker, you know that?” I hated to imagine her having a lot of practice. It made me jealous over men who weren’t even in her life anymore. But she learned the talent somewhere—and at least I got to enjoy it.
“Thank you. Exactly what every woman wants to hear.” She sat up, a playful smile on her lips.
“But I really mean it—and in a good way.” Still on my knees, I pulled her to my chest, my cock against her pulled-up skirt. My hands went to her ass and squeezed her cheeks, loving how firm yet soft they were.
“Well, you’re a great pussy eater.”
“Why, thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment should be taken—with pride.” I pressed my face to hers and watched the glow in her eyes.
“I’m really not a great cock sucker. I just love sucking yours.”
Heat flushed my body all over again. She said some pretty sexy things, but that had to be one of the greatest. She basically said she only loved having my cock in her mouth—no one else’s. And the more I could possess her, the better. “Yeah?”
She nodded.
“I’m glad you feel that way. Because there’s a lot more coming.”
She and I had set up a routine every night. After dinner, we cleaned up together then moved in front of the TV. If there was a game on, we usually watched that. She wasn’t a devoted sports fanatic, but she appreciated it. She always knew what was going on and didn’t have a problem telling off the players when they screwed up—and the refs when they made a stupid call.
I loved it.
“Do you get paid twelve million dollars a year to miss a shot?” She shook her head, disgust on her face. “I hate it when people feel bad for the players. It’s their job. They aren’t supposed to suck.”