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I love it.
With a shove, he pushes his pants down just far enough to free his hard cock which is smearing pre-cum against the skin of his abs. I lick my lips and my mouth waters as more beads form on the tip of his cock.
As much as I want to slide down his length and ride him until we’re both breathless and twitching from a soul shattering orgasm, there’s a burning need to taste him. I slide from his lap until I’m on my knees between his legs.
His dark eyes have a dangerous gleam in them, but he doesn’t scare me. He never has.
“You want me to fuck your pretty mouth, Sioux?” I moan with his dirty words and press my thighs together to try and relieve some of the tension. His fingers caress my throat and he muses, “I wonder how much of me you can take down your throat.”
“Let’s find out,” I rasp, the need to please him riding me hard.
As I swipe my tongue across the head of his cock to collect his pre-cum, he lets out a grunt a pleasure. His pupils are blown out wide as he stares down at me and his hand wraps around my throat. His touch is surprisingly gentle with how on edge he seems to be.
The way he holds my life in his hands turns me on and I suck the tip of his dick into my mouth and caress it with my tongue. His head falls back onto his shoulders as his hips punch upward.
But he doesn’t get deeper into my mouth as I move with him, anticipating his movements and teasing him at the same time. I watch him, unable to tear my eyes away from his face. Being able to read the emotions on his face, the need and the desire he has for me, make me wetter for him.
“Stop teasing me,” he grits out through his teeth, the muscles of his neck straining as his fingers flex around my throat.
When he bucks his hips upward, I don’t move away from him this time. I take him to the back of my throat, sliding my tongue around his length and along one of the veins that runs on the underside of his shaft.
“Fuck,” he barks and if my mouth wasn’t full of his thick cock I would be grinning like a madwoman right now.
Since it is, I focus on making sure he feels as good as he deserves. My hand wraps around the base of his dick and I start to stroke in time with the movements of my mouth, twisting up toward the tip.
The rhythm I start is primal—drum beats on an ancient field in time with the pulse of the earth and the dancers who are always felt but never seen. His fingers tighten and loosen in time with my movements and the beating of our hearts.
His other hand grips my hair, the strands twisting and curling around his fingers as he begins to pump his hips. Every time he fills my mouth, I can feel him getting closer to the edge. Being on my knees for him has my head swimming and all my senses filled with him. The way his pre-cum coats my tongue with promises of more, makes me feel greedy.
“Fuck,” he growls, “I want to fill your belly with my cum.” I make a humming sound around him and he shudders as he fucks upward and pushes in deeper. My eyes water as I start to gag. There’s a second where he pushes even deeper and then he’s pulling out of my mouth completely. I suck in much needed air as he grips me underneath my arms and pulls me back up onto his lap. “But,” he studies my face and the way my cheeks are wet from tears, “I need to fill your sweet pussy even more.”
Before I’ve even fully gotten my bearings, he’s positioned me above the broad head of his dick and uses the grip he has on my hips to slam me downward as he bucks up. The way he fills me rips through me. It’s pleasure with an edge of pain and it makes me come instantly.
If my entire body, including my mind, wasn’t quacking in bliss, I would be awash in disbelief. That has never happened before.
“Sioux,” he groans, “that’s right, coat my cock in your sweet pussy juices.”
My mouth opens with a silent scream before I whimper, and my walls stop pulsing. As the fog lifts just enough, I open my eyes and stare into his dark depths. My fingers wrap around the bulk of his shoulders and my nails dig in.
“Fuck, Crosby,” my voice is high and tight, a mix of disbelief and a plea.
The smile on Crosby’s face is downright fucking scary, but it has me shivering in his arms as my pussy gets slicker for him. As if I wasn’t dripping already. His grip tightens on my hips and there is part of me hoping he leaves bruises behind as a reminder.
Our bodies move together, going faster and harder with every breath and beat of our hearts. It’s a frenzy of need.
Normally when Crosby touches me, there’s a soft gentleness behind it, but not tonight. If this is a punishment that he needs to dole out then I’m all for it.
“Gonna make you come again. Wanna feel you quake around me,” he grunts.
“Please. Need,” I gasp, but I don’t even know how to finish that sentence.
I start to move my hips, chasing something, chasing everything he’s offering me. I want more. Need it.
Chase.
More.
Chase.
