14. Axel #2
I slide his jeans over his delectable ass, just a bit, causing his very impressive erection to spring free, nearly hitting me in the face.
Jesus Christ, I assumed he was blessed in the manhood department, but I didn’t expect…
this. It has to be some kind of karma that the first cock I get to see up close is undeniably too big .
“Don’t worry. You have a big mouth. It should fit,” he chuckles as he cradles the back of my head with his massive hand, nudging me even closer to him. “Now, open wide.”
It should concern me that he added a little extra emphasis to the word “should’, like he’s not entirely sure it will actually fit in my mouth.
Come on, Wrinley . It’s time to put all those years of watching porn to good use. Let’s show this asshole and his huge dick what we’re capable of.
I stretch my mouth as wide as it will go just as his hips jut forward. He was right–it fits… barely. Wrapping my lips around his shaft, I take him as far as I possibly can. When he hits the back of my throat, I somehow don’t gag, but my pussy clenches on nothing, like she’s jealous. Rightfully so.
“You like sucking my cock, don’t you dirty girl?
” he taunts. “I saw you clench your thighs together. Let’s see how much you can handle.
” He pushes me even farther onto him, until the head of his cock presses slightly into my throat.
Jokes on him, because I’ve been practicing on everything but a dick for this day.
He wants me to gag, he’ll have to work for it.
When he releases my head, I pop off of him, suck in a deep breath and tilt my head upward. His eyes are hooded and from what I can see of his pupils, he’s enjoying this as much as I am. If I’m doing this, I might as well get what I really want.
“That was fun, asshole. But if you don’t annihilate my throat, I’m telling your sister you took advantage of me.”
All he gives me is a low chuckle before he grabs my hair and forces me back onto his impressive length.
His movements are frantic as he repeats the motion of pulling me off and then back onto him, each time forcing me to get a little closer to taking him all.
I lose count of how many times he does it, but I’m dangerously close to coming from the roughness of it alone and I’m not even touching myself.
I move one hand to grip his shaft and the other down to my soaked center, so I can push myself over the edge, but he stops me by quickly yanking me away from him.
A long string of spit is all that connects me to that glorious dick of his, until I feel his hand against my cheek as he slaps me and squeezes my cheeks tightly between his fingers.
“Put your fucking hands behind your back, mi muleta ,” he orders before leaning over me and licking the spit and drool that has collected on my face and chin, combining it with his own and spitting it right back onto my face.
“I was going to clean up your mess for you, but I think I prefer you filthy.”
Holy fuck.
“Yes. Make me messy. P-please.”
He groans and shoves me back onto his cock, down and down until my nose is pressed against his pubic bone. He hugs my head to him, snugly, until I’m certain I’m actually going to die on his dick. My body heaves, no longer able to avoid gagging. Apparently, I’m no longer in control of that reflex.
“Bet you’re missing that oxygen right about now, aren’t you?” he teases, pulling me off him just before I think I’m going to pass out. My face is covered in so much spit, drool and tears, I can barely see.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Jesus. It’s like I wasn’t born with the part of my brain that’s supposed to tell me to not poke the fucking beast.
He responds by sticking his thumb in my mouth, pressing down on my tongue and moving it deeper until he reaches the back of my throat that’s now so raw, I’m unable to stop myself from gagging. I can’t find it in me to care, though.
“I’m going to fuck your face until I come down your throat. You’re going to keep this bratty mouth open and your tongue out. Understand?”
WIth my mouth full of his hand, all I’m able to give him is a quick nod.
“Just remember you asked for this.”
I do as he says… as best I can as he grabs my hair on both sides of my head and begins to pummel my throat like it personally offended him.
I moan more with each thrust as I feel a certain tingle in my clit, telling me I’m about to come.
His cock thickens just before he stills and spills his warm release down my throat.
Before he can pull out, I move my hands and grip him to keep him where I want him as my body starts to shake with my own release.
When he pulls out I don’t miss the evidence of all the fluids we exchanged in a puddle on the floor between us. “I should make you clean that up with your tongue, but I’ll save that for next time,” he says while tucking himself back into his jeans.
I’d give him a witty quip back, but I’m not sure my brain can form words right now. So I offer him my most annoyed glare instead.
“Here, drink this,” he chuckles, handing me a bottle of water. I take it, drink it down and wonder where the fuck we’re supposed to go from here.