34 Dane
Dane
LINDSEY’S WET, WARM MOUTH slides over the crown of my dick, and it takes all my strength to keep from coming the moment she sucks.
The action pulls a guttural groan from deep in my chest as my hands find the strands of her silken hair.
When I cup her skull, she moans around my length.
I grit my teeth; the mint I gave her made her mouth nice and wet.
Her saliva drips on to my balls and entire pubic area, making a mess of my jeans.
“Yes, baby. That’s it.” I grip her hair tighter, pushing her head down a tiny bit so she gets used to the motion. “You’re just a pretty hole for me to use, aren’t you?”
She moans again in reply, eyes down as she focuses on her task.
“Look at me while you suck your Sir’s cock.”
Lindsey looks up as best she can, her hands digging into my inner thighs.
It’s a sight to see. My submissive between my knees, her mascara smudged under her eyes as they water.
Her lips are puffy around my dick, which is soaked with her spit, spit that won’t stop coming.
“Have you ever had this much dick in your mouth, baby?”
Lindsey tries to shake her head.
“Breathe through your nose.”
When she does, I guide her down further so she’s nearly halfway. My dick is long and thick, and I know she’s not going to take it all, not at this angle and not her first time trying. That will take practice and time to rid her of her gag reflex.
Lindsey’s mouth suctions around me as I bring her head a bit farther down. I sense her panic before she has time to fully react.
I pull her off my cock, and she sucks in air. Her mouth is messy, her chin and chest slick with her spit. Holding her head in my hands, I make sure her eyes are on mine. “Keep your mouth open,” I bark. “Good, now stick out your tongue.”
Her pink tongue sticks out, and more spit dribbles from it.
“Now relax it, keep it flat.” She does, so I continue. “Breathe through your nose, give me complete control of your movements. Nod if you understand.”
She nods, and I bring her mouth back to my erection, pressing on her head until she’s halfway down once more.
“Fuck, yes,” I praise. “That’s it. Eyes here.”
Her eyes flit back up, and I watch with careful attention as I push her head farther down. Her fingers dig into my thighs, but she’s not tapping out.
“Good girl,” I groan. “Relax your throat; don’t use your teeth.”
Her cheeks redden, but she does as I say. When her throat relaxes, I push her further down until my crown hits the back of her throat. She gags, her shoulders tensing. I attempt to let her up, but she resists me.
“Hmm, someone wants to choke on my cock, huh?” She keens, eyes watering enough that a tear leaks out. “Such a good girl, letting me use her pretty holes however I want.”
She moans once more, but it’s cut off when I push her head back down. She gags again, but this time, she doesn’t tense as much. I pull her back up then do it over and over. On the fifth time, I thrust my hips up slightly until I hit the back of her throat.
The choking sound is stronger, her nails, which I’ve noticed are blunt from what looks like nail biting—something to address later—dig deeper into my thighs, and I pull her off my cock.
Lindsey audibly sucks in air as I move my hands to cup her red, wet cheeks. I swipe at the tears and spit, and she pulls in my grasp, trying to get back to my straining dick.
“Wow. You are a cock-hungry slut, aren’t you?”
Lindsey’s eyes saucer at the title, but I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t know beforehand that she’d be into it and open to me calling her that.
Her already-blown pupils darken, and I smirk when I see her squeeze her soft thighs together and moan before nodding. She opens her watering mouth wider without a command and sticks her tongue out flat in submission.
I bring two of my fingers to her open hole and press down on her tongue so more spit drips from the corners of her lips. “I bet you’d beg me for my dick if I gave you permission to speak.”
She whines as I slide my fingers farther into her mouth. Her breathing picks up. I press down at the back, and her mouth waters more, but she holds back her gagging.
“How about my cum, baby? Would you beg for that, too?” She nods her response and rubs her needy thighs together once more.
I remove my fingers and grip her chin, practically growling.
“Use your mouth to show me how much you want it. Work for it. Then I’ll give you a reward for being such a good cock slut. ”
Lindsey’s chest heaves, and I release her chin, seeing what she’ll do. Her glistening eyes, almost black with arousal, gleam with determination. Her hands on my thighs begin to move, but I stop her.
“Mouth only. No hands.” I can see she’s not pleased with that, so I add, “I just showed you what I like. Now get me off before I turn that ass red again.”
She groans a little, and I lean my head back against the chair and place my hands on the armrests so I can enjoy the show. Lindsey is a quick learner, and she’s eager to please. She just needed my help to boost her confidence and get her going.
She keeps her eyes on mine as she slides her mouth back over my weeping cock. Her fingers dig into my thigh muscles as she slowly starts to work up and down my shaft, the veins of my dick disappearing between her swollen lips as she blows me.
“Fuck, yes,” I grunt. “What a perfect cock slut you are.”
Her moan around my cock spurs me on, so I lift my hips up slightly. “You’re mine to use, aren’t you, Lindsey?” She moans again. “I bet if I asked you to keep my dick warm with just that sinful mouth all day, you would, wouldn’t you?”
Her responding sweet whimper is so deep, the vibrations almost have me coming down her throat.
“Take me deeper. I know you can do it.”
Lindsey’s fingers dig harder into my thighs, and I watch with satisfaction as she tries to take all of me on her own.
She can’t, but I like her determination.
She gags, and I expect her to let up, but she doesn’t.
Her nostrils flare as she breathes and tries again, taking nearly three-quarters of me.
“Oh, fuck, baby. That’s it.”
Her mouth works up and down my dick, and I know I won’t last much longer. I move my fingers to the back of her head, keeping the pressure light.
“Keep sucking.”
Her cheeks hollow, and the sloppy sounds of my cock moving in and out of her slippery mouth along with her sucking is the best kind of music.
“This is your warning,” I grunt. “If you don’t want to swallow, tap my thigh three times now.”
She answers by trying to take me all the way down. My fingers tangle in her silky tresses. I moan when her throat muscles contract around my crown and her fingers grip my jeans. Fuck me, I’m never going to come back from this. Lindsey is incredible.
“I’m coming, baby,” I say through gritted teeth.
Her eyes look up, watery yet mischievous.
Her cheeks hollow, and my lower spine tingles, my balls tightening.
If I could, I’d hold off and make good on my threat to have her keep my cock warm, but there’s no way in hell I can stop.
Her mouth is too good, too wet, and the way she’s fucking looking at me—
I let out a string of curses as I hold her head in place.
I come with a force I never have before.
Lindsey’s cheeks bulge a bit, and she gags as I shoot down her throat, so I let up on my grip.
She doesn’t move off my cock, though. Some of my cum slips out from the side of her lips along with saliva, but her throat tenses and releases as she attempts to swallow all of me down.
My fingers flex against her skull, and my eyes remain open to watch every second of her being the cock-hungry slut I told her she is, that she’s proven to be. I keep coming, and my muscles twitch as she sucks me dry like I’m her last fucking meal.
“Goddamn.” I groan, spending the last of my lust into her mouth. Lindsey takes it down, and I exhale a satisfied breath as my body sags back against the chair. But Lindsey doesn’t let up, her mouth still on me. Warmth and pleasure fill my body knowing she’s waiting for me to give her an order.
I take my hands from her hair and cup her cheeks. While I guide her off my length, she sucks the entire way, popping off it like I’m a goddamn lollipop. I continue to hold her face with one hand as I collect the cum she missed on my finger.
“Open up,” I say huskily. Lindsey doesn’t hesitate, licking the leftovers from my finger, making my spent dick twitch. I trace her swollen lips when she’s done. “You did so good, baby. My perfect cock slut.”
A soft smile warms Lindsey’s face, and I use my thumb to stroke her flushed cheek.
“Thank you, Sir.” Her voice is scratchy from the abuse her throat took, but I’d be a fucking liar if I said I didn’t like it.
“Are you ready for your reward now?”
She nods. “If you think I deserve it, Sir.”
A surge of pride swells in my chest, and I nod. “I do. You’ve made me very happy.” I tuck my cock back in my jeans, the front wet with Lindsey’s saliva. She watches with a near pout, and I chuckle.
“Stand up.” She blinks at the abrupt command, but despite her confusion, she obeys. Her face pinches in discomfort at the myriad of sensations I’m sure she’s experiencing. “Remove your dress.”
Lindsey stares at me as if I’ve asked her to get naked and jump up and down.
“Do you need another spanking?” I warn. “I’m happy to remind you that your sexy body belongs to me. Every part of it.”
Lindsey wets her lips and steps away from my knees slightly. Her fingers find the bunch of fabric on her waist, and she starts to push it down. It falls, pooling at her feet. The light above us isn’t at full strength, and the fire that needs tending to flickers behind her.
I take her in, wanting her to know how attractive I find her, needing her to know, so that anyone who’s told her otherwise—her asshole ex included—fades into a far and distant memory, then hopefully disappears altogether.