"Oh, Heaven!' he barks.
I can feel him brushing the back of my throat, and it takes every effort not to retch at the invasion. He feels so thick in my mouth. I start to retreat, but he knocks the wind out of me by thrusting back in, robbing me of breath. His fingers curl in my hair as he slowly withdraws and drives forward again, letting out a long moan of pure pleasure.
Any illusion I was under of me being in control are long forgotten. He knows what he wants and how he wants it. Yet again, he has the power. I'm done completely.
"You have a f**king incredible mouth, babe." He surges forward again, holding me in place with his strong hands, but calmly caressing and stroking my hair at the same time.
"I've wanted to make you mine since I laid eyes on you." he stated.
I'm not sure if I should be offended or delighted by that statement. So, instead of pondering it, I un-sheath my teeth and drag them over his taut skin as he withdraws.
