Page 52 of Breaking Vincent

“Go on then.”

It only takes a few seconds to unbuckle him and drag his trousers and underwear down his legs, leaving him in his suit jacket and white shirt. He looked fucking hot when I first saw him earlier on, all suited and booted in his best clothes, but all that doesn’t even come close to how amazing he looks right now in this moment.

As much as I want to see the man fully naked, I don’t dare ask for more. Too scared he’ll think I’m being greedy and push me away.

As hard as it usually is to tell the man's emotions, his rock-hard cock swinging in front of my face easily tells me he's into this just as much as I am. I lean forward and shove my face into his crotch, inhaling the clean but slightly musky scent. “Oh, fuck. You smell so good,” I moan as I stick my tongue out to have a taste.

“Umm, and you taste even better.” Maybe one day he’ll let me do this after he's worked a shift at the club. Drowning in sweaty man meat sounds like a perfect way to end the night.

I pull back, sit comfortably on my knees and open my mouth as wide as I can. Looking him in the eye, I can see the need shining through.

Oh, yeah. He wants this. He wants me.

I shuffle closer to him and scoop his cock into my mouth. I don’t suck him; I just hold him comfortably against my tongue. My mouth watering at his delicious taste.

I tilt my head back and wait for him to make the next move.

He starts off slow, gradually rocking backwards and forwards. Pushing himself down my throat, but only for a second, before he pulls himself out.

“You have your safe words.”

That's the only warning I get before he wraps his fingers around my skull and begins to pound in and out of my mouth. I gag, I choke, and I love it.

I love the floaty feeling from the lack of oxygen, I love that I can just sit here and be used however David wants.

He pulls my face until my nose is buried in his dark pubes. My jaw fucking hurts and my vision is blurred by my tears. My lungs burn from being forced to hold my breath for so long, but I couldn’t be happier.

By the time David let’s go of my head and pulls me back, I’m coughing and spluttering as I suck the air back into my lungs. My legs shake and I wrap my arms around his legs, trying to ground myself.

“Good boy.” He rubs a hand down my back, “You did good, Vincent.”

I’m a sucker for praise, so I nuzzle my face against the fur on his thighs.

David squats down and asks, “Are you ready to carry on?”

I nod my head and wait for him to tell me what to do next. He holds a hand out for me and I take it, wobbling on shaky legs as he leads me towards the bed. He sits down on the mattress and strips himself out of his jacket and shirt, chucking them on the floor with the rest of our clothes.

My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. All the built-up saliva has now gone bone dry.

The man isoh-so-fucking-fine. I don’t know where I want to touch him first, but I do know I want to do it with my tongue.

Just as I’m about to pounce on him, he pats his thighs. I tilt my head, unsure of what he wants.

He rolls his eyes and reaches out to snatch my arm, hauling me over his legs with my ass up in the air.

“Jesus Christ, David. What the fuck are you doing?”

A heavy hand swats against my bare ass cheek. I howl as it instantly burns down to the bone.

I push at his legs, his chest, anywhere I can reach him, but he doesn’t let me go. “Get the fuck off me!”

David laughs, deep and rumbly. “I’m doing what I should have done the minute I saw you strutting through the doors earlier tonight. You know your safe words. Either you can use them, or you can start counting.”

He gives me a few seconds to get my bearings, rubbing his palm against my heated skin. It hurts and it stings, but in the best possible way. I’ve never been spanked before; I just didn’t think it would burn this badly.

I take a couple of deep breaths and go lax across his lap, preparing for the next hit.

It feels like hours as I wait for him to slap me, but realistically it's probably only a couple of seconds. The spanks are hard and he holds his palm squished against my cheek, prolonging the sting.