Sea of Black.
Chapter 34.
Part 2.
I'd given blow jobs before, but as I stretched my mouth wide, the hand in my hair guiding my face forward, I knew without a doubt that this would be different.
He was hot and hard in my mouth, the taste of his pre-cum salty on my tongue as he slid further in.
"That's it, sweet girl," he coaxed, pushing me to take as much as I could without gagging.
Once he was certain that I had taken my limit, he pulled his hips back before thrusting back in.
He pulled my head back and forth along his length, creating a rhythm that suited his needs.
There was something so primal and base about giving him all the control, and it was almost as if I was helpless to do anything but continue taking him.
My hands grasped his ass, my nails digging into it as I found my body and mind crying out for more.
There was a certain amount of submission needed for this act, and it seemed that by letting him a deep, hidden need had emerged, asking for more.
He grunted and groaned above me, moving his other hand to join the first, his touch, though forceful, was gentle, coaxing.
I hollowed out my cheeks as he let his head fall back and his hips thrust into my mouth. The bulging veins along his cock throbbed with blood against my tongue as the musky taste of his pre-cum saturating my taste buds.
It didn't take him long to come, his hands forcing my mouth to take nearly all of him into it as he ejaculated, his cum pulsing down my throat in three, long spurts.
"That's it, sweet girl, take it all. Swallow my cum."
I did as I was told, milking every last drop his cock gave me, even lingering to run my tongue over him a few times before pulling back, feeling empowered by the blissed out expression on his face.
"You did good, sweet girl," he praised, stroking his hands through my hair. "So good."
I preened under the attention, a ridiculous smile on my face as I desperately hoped that our night wasn't over.