As I kneeled down in front of him, he glided his trousers down his hips. They were not fully down, just enough for me to take him into my mouth. He sprung free, fully erect and ready for me. It only excited me more to know that I turned him on as much as he did me.
Grabbing my hair forcefully, but gently, he guided me down to the tip of his cock. It was so big, I almost moaned in pleasure.
It wasn’t long before I slipped my tongue out and trailed it around the tip of his cock. My stranger stiffened, but breathed out his appreciation. I licked all the way down and back up again before licking the top of his cock again. With one push of my head, he made me take all of him into my mouth. It almost made me gag, but I held strong.
“That’s good, Tyler. So fucking good,” he cooed. I could have told him to go fuck himself after that stunt, but his praise halted me in my tracks. I wanted to please him. I wanted to give him the pleasure he gave me. Call it sick, but I craved it just as much as his touch.
With his hand in my hair, my stranger guided me down again, keeping it at a steady pace. I let him guide me.
With a flick of my tongue, I lapped him up like he was the best fucking lollipop on earth. He moaned, which just made me want to go that much faster.
“Steady there, Tyler. I don’t want to come too quickly. Your mouth is so fucking good, I want to savour it as long as I can.”
It was hard not to want to keep going at a fast pace. Just having him underneath me like this and moaning made me feel like I had the upper-hand. I didn’t, of course, because I was on my knees. Even with his dick in my mouth, he still wanted to assert his level of authority.
I pulled my mouth back up, slightly grazing my teeth against his shaft before sinking down on him again. He hissed through his teeth and the noise had the ache burning between my legs. I wanted him inside me. I didn’t know why I felt that way because I knew nothing about him. He totally had the authority and, for some unknown reason, I was loving every single minute of it.
“Tyler, you’re going to make me come if you keep doing that. If you don’t want it to be in your mouth, I suggest you stop.”
I should have stopped. I should have pulled away. But every single word that came out of his mouth just made me want to keep going. So I quickened my pace. I could feel his grip tightening in my hair, but he was letting me set the pace now. He was so close to losing it, which just kept me going.
“Fuck, Tyler. I’m going to...” His growl radiated around the room as I felt his hot semen shooting down the back of my throat. I took him all in as I felt his body tense.
As I eased him out of me, I licked my lips, feeling the relief from the ache of having his large cock in my mouth. And he was bigger than I’m normally used to.
“I knew that pretty mouth of yours would feel good, but I wasn’t prepared for how fucking fantastic it would actually be.” My stranger stroked my hair to emphasise his point. “Get back on the bed and spread your legs,” he commanded.
I didn’t hesitate. I was ready for him. I could still feel the charge running through me from my near-orgasm earlier.
With his hand held out to help me up, I climbed onto the bed as he zipped his trousers up. “Good girl. That’s it. Spread your legs a little. Hmmm, perfect,” he hummed as I did as I was told. I just couldn’t seem to get enough.
My stranger stood there for a while, his haunting black gaze coming from underneath his hood. I still couldn’t see his face. I still couldn’t tell whether he was happy, sad, angry. All I could see was this beautiful outline of a man who was so big and so strong that seeing him just took my breath away.
I lay there naked, waiting for him to come to me, waiting for him to please me just like he did the night before. I was itching for him with such intensity, I thought I would burst.
After a few seconds of gazing at me, he made his move. I thought he would slide those big, strong fingers up my thigh. I thought he would fuck me with his fingers, lick me with that delectable tongue of his until I came apart around him. But he didn’t do any of that. Instead, he just turned away from me and headed out the door.
For a minute, I thought I was going crazy. Maybe he was fetching something. Maybe he was in the kitchen and getting a knife because he had gotten what he wanted and now he would murder me. That thought scared the hell out of me.
Finally finding my courage, I moved off the bed and tiptoed into the living room. Why I was tiptoeing in my own fucking apartment, I have no idea. I searched the living room and the kitchen. I made sure all my knives were still present. Nothing seemed out of place.
It was then that I realised he was gone. It was then that I realised he had duped me. What a fucking bastard! He worked me up until near-orgasm, made me go down on him, then fucked off. Who did he think he was?! “Fucking arsehole!” I shouted into thin air. Yes, I’ve been doing that a lot lately. I was just so hopping mad that he would do something like that to me.