Choke me, like you hate me
But you love me
Lowkey wanna date me
Touch me with the light off,
and my chains on.
He was by no means someone she'd take home for her father to meet. Guess it was a good thing that she had daddy issues anyway.
She thought this as the corners of her eyes started to water and the back of her throat started to bruise. Gagging and choking on both his cock and any of the saliva that failed to drool out of the corners of her mouth.
Her jaw was beginning to ache but could easily be ignored as she felt the pleasurable sting of his hand skillfully gripping her scalp. Pulling her hair while he kept her skull in place, angled to his preferred liking.
His shirt and jacket were off but his pants remained on. Sitting on his hip with the zipper undone. They were low enough for his pronounced 'V' to reveal where the end led. He had wasted no time undressing himself. Only caring for her own nudity. Making her feel a type of special in these circumstances.
It ignited her heart to know that he liked to look directly into her eyes as he fucked her throat. Her black eyes meet his blue. There was a ghost of a smirk on his lips behind his open mouth panting.
The liquid of her tears and spit were mixing together along her chin and when he pulled out of her mouth she almost didn't have time to keep her mouth open to accept the seed that he had to offer. It too ended up mixing with the other liquids on her chin.
When his hand released her scalp it sent a tingling sensation down her spine. His finger brushed the strands of hair that fell loose behind her ear. His fingertips grazed past the multitude of piercings that lined her cartilage.
"You're fucking filthy." His words were backed with a sadistic smile that made her face burn. This was a compliment for her. How else would she have known that she had done a good job.
He moved his hand so that his calloused index and middle fingers were in her mouth. Pressing and dragging across her tongue and teeth. Bringing more of the fluids out and smearing it with the others at her chin.
She watches his face as he plays with hers. Moving and smearing her spit and his semen across her right cheek. And then without warning or any indication that he was going to do it. He slaps her cheek. The slap stung and more so because of the wet slick that was glazed over it.
She was sure that her cheek was pink but she knew it wouldn't bruise. He'd hit her harder before but face bruising seemed to be an unspoken limit between them.
Her eyes looked up into his blue one and how they lit. His smirk was waiting to see what she'd say or do next before he made the next move.
His eyes were lit but she wanted to see them ignite. So she turned her face and bared her other cheek for him. Through her peripheral, she saw the acknowledgement and the spark in his eyes right before she felt the sharp sting.
He pulled on the chain that was connected to the collar that was thick around her throat. Having her lift from her knees but not too long before he is pushing her onto the mattress.
His hands are rough as he folds her in half. Ass in the air and chest flat in the fabric. The chain yanks and then his large hand is across the side of her skull pushing her face down.
"You're such a whore for my cock." He speaks, and she can feel the head of his cock playing with her folds and slipping across them to her clit.
The moment she feels the slippery pleasure it is gone as he slides back.
Then he does it again and again. Teasing her sensitivity. She feels her thighs start to shake with anticipation.
He slaps the back of her thigh and feels as the meat on her leg moves with his hand.
She hears as her mouth lets out moans but it is half muffled into the blanket. And as if answering her plea he pulls back just before sliding his shaft into her, filling her.
Adjusting just enough so that he can take her fully down to his base. Feeling that he is hitting the back and bruising her cervix.
She welcomes the throbbing pain on her cervix as he starts to thrust and her walls close tighter around him.
His angle wasn't where she wanted it and they both knew that though. He always saved the sweet spot for the end. Making her squirm before release.
His hand leaves her head and now both are on her hips and he starts to drill into her. The movements aren't deep and are more shallow. A switch that she's fine with. Feeling the tip of his shaft rub against just the right nerves over and over again.
She pants and moans and bags. Her face was a mess and her hair was knotted but she didn't care. The euphoria was just around the corner.
She doesn't have to beg much longer as he shifts his hand that's gripping the leash and tugs on her throat. Changing his angle and bringing her core quickly to its climax.
He thrusts a few more times before he pulls out and she feels him use a hand to spread her ass cheek a bit. The tip of his cock ejaculated on the rim of her unused hole.
His hand had his fingers spread and squeezing her ass. She feels his thumb start to make circles at her rim. Playing with his cum over her hole. Pressing softly but not inserting.
She listens to him hum to himself. They're both coming down but the endorphins still linger. Then there was the best part. He'd lazily lay down on the mattress next to her and bring her into his side. Her face on his chest and she'd tangle one of her legs with his.
Feeling his fingertips lightly rub circles on her shoulder. She fucking loved this. They were so close and intimate. She was happy and.. when he touched her she knew he was happy in this moment too.