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Without warning, he thrusts me back on his dick. This time, I no longer have control of how deep, slow, or fast I go. He holds my head still and plunges his shaft in and out of my mouth.
“Who do I belong to?” he asks again without allowing me up for air.
With no other choice and my mouth full of Takeshi’s length, I garble out, “Mph.”
The instant I respond, I sense a change in him. Whether the difference stems from the vibrations or the word itself, Takeshi sheds all gentleness. He keeps his control—I have yet to find the key to unlock his unhinged side—but he thrusts more powerfully into my mouth until my nose presses against his groin and his dick enters my throat.
I try to swallow, to relax and breathe through my nose, but I can’t help but gag on him until he frees me. I gasp for air in the few seconds he provides before he presses into me again.
“Who do I belong to?”
“Mph,” I say without hesitation.
His dick muffles my response, but I don’t care. I love when he treats me this way as much as when he’s gentle. My husband always gives me what I need, and I have to admit that a part of my desperation for him stems from needing to reestablish the connection between us.
Takeshi fucks my mouth with brutal thrusts and I relish every gag, every drop of saliva that escapes my mouth to drop between us, and every demand to claim him for myself.
When he comes, he clamps his mouth shut, holding in his yell. No one in the office will ever hear him in the throes of his release. Mmm. He’s even sexier when he exerts control over himself this way. While he holds back, I don’t have to. I relish his cum, swallowing every drop he spurts into my mouth and licking around his balls and shaft to clean him properly...loudly. All the while, my husband combs my hair with reassuring strokes.
Once Takeshi deems himself clean enough, he helps me to my feet, holding me firmly as I waver from the new position. I gulp, having unrestricted access to air again. He gently stands me against the shelves.
“Did you get what you needed?”
I drunkenly nod, a satiated smile on my face.
“Good. Now, I’ll take what I need.”
A shiver runs down my spine. Whatever he needs will surely destroy me. I can’t wait for my ruination.
Takeshi unbuckles my belt and undoes my pants and pushes my boxer briefs toward the floor. The material swishes as it falls to my feet. He takes my dick in his hand and slowly tortures my neglected hard-on with gentle strokes.
“Do you intend to be greedy?” he pants at my ear. “You know what you need to do.”
I open my mouth, waiting for him to taste himself on my tongue. He never stops craving our combined flavors, and I never stop craving him.
“Scream into my mouth if you have to, but don’t stop kissing me,” he warns.
I know then that I am in for a gentle savaging.
Takeshi laps at my lips and tongue, soft and luxurious. His groans of delight at our flavors travel to my dick and I can’t help the urge to thrust into his hold. While he takes his time memorizing every nook and cranny of my mouth, his hold on me gets progressively tighter. Each rise of his hand to my tip ends with a firmer and firmer squeeze.
The pressure, the glorious pressure. The dichotomy of his forceful handling of my dick and gentle mastery in his kiss has my mind shorting out and my hips moving on their own. I grab onto his shoulders because at any moment I’m going to burst into another stratosphere.
Takeshi’s free arm wraps around me, grounding me, making it impossible for me to escape everything his hand and mouth are doing to me. I become lightheaded, but I don’t care. Takeshi’s breath is all the air I need. I continue to kiss him through my screams and my body’s jerky movements. I am so close to coming when Takeshi raises his head.
“Should I let you come all over your clothes so everyone knows what we’ve been up to?”
I shudder at the image, unashamed to wear the expression of our love as a badge of honor.
“Or should I reward you by taking you into my mouth?”
I raise dazed eyes to his. “Whatever you want, Keishi-kun. Just let me come.”
“Okay, warubozu.” He kneels before me and takes me into his mouth.
Unlike the painfully pleasurable hold from before, he tenderly sucks my dick. The contrast between before and now sets me off and I come hard, spilling my seed into his waiting mouth. My body quakes while he administers loving laps on my tender organ.
When he deems I’ve had enough, he dresses me with care, brushes at the wrinkles in my pants, arranges my hair, and puts me together after breaking me down completely.
