“You have a beautiful mouth,” he murmured, “but that doesn’t mean I’m afraid to wreck it.”
A shiver ran through me. I considered trying to escape, but I remembered the feel of his hand around my arm. If he didn’t want me to go, I wasn’t going to get away. My heart slammed against my chest as I opened my mouth and ran the flat of my tongue along the underside, using the tip to tease him just past the head. He tasted good—clean and spicy. My eyes drifted closed as I teased his slit.
His hand slid into my hair, gripping tightly. “Eyes up. On me.”
I forced myself to look at him. There was so much intensity in his gaze. I pressed harder against his thighs, not wanting him to feel my hands shake.
I opened up and took him in, swallowing about half his length before knowing I’d gag if I went for more. He was so thick. My lips stretched around him. I knew my mouth would be sore when I was done, but it was so much better than what I’d thought the night would bring. I wanted to do this. I wanted a chance to enjoy myself.
Teasing him with my tongue, I pulled back slowly.
“More,” he demanded.
I tried to relax my throat as I took him in again, but I still couldn’t swallow his whole length. I gagged and pulled back, coughing.
I looked up when I recovered, expecting him to be angry, but he was smiling.
“I like when a boy is willing to work for it. You’re going to take it all, every inch. I’m going to stuff it all down your throat. I don’t mind if you gag. I don’t mind if you struggle.”
Jesus, this man. No one had ever talked to me like that. Men had been rough with me, but they’d just taken what they wanted, wordlessly, clumsily. I’d never been with anyone who made me want to do what he said, want to surrender to him like this man did. If only… No, that was the stuff of fairy tales. This was real life—hard-as-fuck, working-the-streets life. I just got lucky this one customer was more pleasant than the rest.
The man had continued to hold the base of his cock, but he let go and slid his other hand into my hair. “Are you ready?”
He didn’t give me time to respond as he pushed back into my mouth. I tried to relax and swallow around him. He groaned as he went deeper. He thrust in farther than he had before but still not all the way before releasing the pressure on my head and letting me ease back. I barely had the chance to suck in air before he pulled me down again, hands tightening again in my hair. I could feel the power in him, and I also knew he was holding back. He was going to take what he wanted, but he’d promised not to hurt me as long as I obeyed him, and he was giving me a chance to adjust.
He drove into me again, deeper and deeper, until my lips were stretched tight around him. I couldn’t breathe, and I gagged, but he didn’t let go. Seconds passed before he let me pull back again. I looked up, needing to see him. His pupils were huge, his breathing ragged.
“All of it this time,” he warned.
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
I could do it. I was determined. Something about him made me want to please him. My own stubbornness wasn’t going to let me back down.
He pulled me down again, forcing me all the way. I fought the urge to struggle. I couldn’t breathe. I needed air. If he held me there too long… How would I…
Finally, he let me go. I sucked in air as the world swam around me.
“More,” he demanded. “Show me what you can do on your own.”
I reached for him, intending to wrap my hand around the base and jack him off as I sucked, but he grabbed my hands in his, pressed them to his thighs, and held them down. “No hands.”
I gave him a teasing lick, tracing the vein with the tip of my tongue. He watched me, eyes half-closed and so dark I couldn’t see his pupils. I took him into my mouth then, deeper and deeper, letting him push past the back of my throat. I was so fucking full. What would it be like if he… No, I didn’t let anyone do that.
I took almost all of him before my need for air had me pulling back, then I began sucking him, bobbing my head up and down. His hips lifted, forcing his cock deeper. Before long, I was taking almost his whole length. It felt incredible.
My own cock was hard and throbbing. I wanted to wrap my hand around it, but that was going to have to wait until I was back home in the shitty apartment I shared with four other guys. When I was alone in the shower, I’d let myself think about this man, the feel of him, the things he’d said, and only then would I let myself come.
The man pushed at my shoulders. I let his cock slip from my mouth as he wrapped his hand around it, jerking himself with fierce strokes.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered. Once I did, he gave a rough shout, and I felt his cum hit my cheeks, my lips, my neck. His orgasm went on and on, and I felt as if I were covered in his cum. For the first time ever, I wanted to swipe my tongue over my mouth and taste. I wanted to clean him and myself up so I could drink in as much of him as possible.
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