Page 49 of Tempt Our Fate

I smile, shifting on my knees to ease the ache from my throbbing clit. He’s already paid it attention, but it demands more. My thighs rub together as I attempt to get friction and some kind of relief.

I allow myself one more second of looking into his eyes, of seeing the dark storms of his lust-filled gaze, before I focus on his cock again. My thumb runs through the bead of precum at his tip.

His body jolts with the touch, making me smirk in satisfaction. He’s doing it again. Making me feel sexy before I even take him in my mouth.

Using one hand, I push my hair from my shoulders so the pieces fall down my back. I don’t want anything in the way when I fully take him. He grunts in approval, his hands sweeping the hair from my back and twisting it around his palm.

I love the feeling of the hair at my roots getting tugged. I like knowing that, at least for right now, he’s giving me the control, but with one simple pull, he’d be the one with it.

I wrap my fingers around the base of him. His cock is so large that the tips of my fingers don’t even begin to touch. His grip tightens, his short nails raking against my scalp when I use my other hand to cup his balls.

I’m going to have so much fun with this.

Leaning in, I coax his head into my mouth. I speak around his girth, my words muffled due to the tip of him pressing against my tongue. “Remember what I said about swallowing,” I tease.

“Fuck,” he growls, thrusting his hips so he hits the back of my throat. I moan at his reaction. It’s so primal and savage, turning me on as a flush creeps along my skin.

I open my mouth as wide as I can. My cheeks burn from trying to take him, to try and open wide enough to accommodate all of him. He fucks my face savagely. His fingers tangle in my hair to keep my head steady as he pumps in and out, taking everything he wants from me.

Trying to bring him as much pleasure as possible, I keep one hand locked on the end of his shaft, the part that can’t fit in my mouth, as the other holds on tight to his balls.

“God.” He moans, his pace slowing as he rolls his body into mine. It’s sexy as hell. Now I want to feel his hips the same way when he fucks my pussy instead of my throat. “Just like that.” His grip tightens, and I don’t know if tears threaten to spill from my lids because of the way he yanks my hair or if it’s because the tip of him hits the back of my throat with a punishing force.

I blink, letting the tears fall down my cheeks to try and ease the burn from my eyes. I look upward, finding him watching me. He smiles approvingly, using his free hand to reach down and cup my cheek. It’s so much more tender than everything else he’s doing to me.

“I’m going to keep fucking your face until you gag on me. I won’t stop until I’ve taken your body to its limit.” He slams into my throat, proving his point. “You better open that throat, baby.”

My eyes flutter shut because everything is too much. My pussy throbs so hard it’s painful. I want to reach down and play with my clit, push a finger inside me,somethingto help ease the intense ache between my legs. I know my jeans are in the way, and there’s no way I can slip a hand in without him noticing.

For some reason, I’m confident he wouldn’t let me touch myself even if I had easier access. Maybe it’s the dominating way he thrusts his cock into me, each time his hips try to press deeper and deeper until my body protests. Or maybe it’s because he’s had a slight smirk to his lips the entire time he’s been fucking my face. As if he’s satisfied that I’m giving him power over me.

I rub my thighs together, rocking back and forth to try and ease the ache. It doesn’t do much. He keeps letting out a low, drawn-out moan each time he hits the back of my throat. If he does enough of those, I might just come without him touching me.

I try to hold back for as long as possible, but he picks up the pace, and each thrust gets harder and harder. I can’t take him anymore, my throat gagging as he brings me to my limit.

He pulls out, giving me the briefest moment to breathe before he does it all over again. I gag all over again now that he knows the exact way to pump into me.

“Good girl,” he pants. His head falls backward, but I keep my eyes locked on him. I’m fascinated by watching every single reaction. He swallows, the muscles of his throat working hard as he stifles a moan.

He slows, switching to slow, long thrusts instead of quick, punishing ones. It gives me a moment to gather myself as much as possible. Tears still fall from my eyes from the pressure of him. I gag, trying my best to keep my lips over my teeth.

“Maybe I should’ve fucked your face sooner. You actually listen with my cock shoved down your throat.” I moan around him, my eyes fluttering shut.

I’m about to pull away, to beg him to fuck me because my mouth can’t take any more, but I feel his balls tighten in my grip. It fuels me, prompting me to keep going to make him finish. I want to taste the proof of his arousal.

“I’m close.” He groans, both hands now holding my head to guide it the exact way he wants. I let him, wanting to do whatever I can to bring him to the brink of release.

He keeps the pace until his whole body tenses. His eyes open to meet mine, but he struggles to keep them open. They flutter closed in pleasure. My eyes flick down to how tightly wound his muscles are.

“Get ready to swallow,” he demands through a clenched jaw. “Every last fucking drop.”

Before I can give any kind of reaction, ropes of cum hit the back of my throat. They don’t relent as I try to take as much as I can. He tries to pull back when I can feel some leaking out the sides, but I keep him in my mouth until his body relaxes. He finally gives some relief to my scalp, his grip loosening as the tips of his fingers absentmindedly play with the strands of my hair.

I swallow the last of him when he pulls out of me. He doesn’t go far, but enough to give me time to breathe. His gaze focuses on the corner of my mouth. I reach up, wiping at the corner to find his cum. Maintaining eye contact, I slip it into my mouth and lick it from my skin.

He watches me closely, his body freezing for a moment before he pulls me off the ground. Before I can say or do anything, he’s smashing his mouth to mine. I’ve barely swallowed his cum, and he’s shoving his tongue in my mouth, kissing me with a type of ferocity I’ve never felt before.

The kiss slows, his tongue gliding in and out of my mouth until he pulls away. Our foreheads rest against one another as we catch our breath.