Page 39 of It Hurts Me
I sat up and moved to my knees. “My turn.” My hand gently pushed him in the chest and forced him back.
He lay back, his head propped up on the edge of the couch, looking like the hunkiest piece of man meat ever.
Just as he did with me, I kissed his body, worshipped his hardness, the way his muscles separated over his hard frame. There was salt on my tongue from his sweat, and I kissed the tattoos that marked his skin.
I moved down, getting closer to the big dick that lay against his stomach, a fat vein up the middle, perfectly groomed balls at the bottom. He was a different beast of man, more animal than human.
I came closer to the tip but avoided it, kissing and licking everywhere but the place he wanted me most.
His breathing picked up slowly, that big chest rising and falling at a gradual speed. His dark eyes hardened with impatience.
I decided to start at the bottom instead of the top. I pressed my soft lips to his balls, and the gentle contact unleashed the sexiest moan from his throat. A deep breath accompanied it, his mountain of a chest filling with the air he pulled in.
I kissed him again and again then let my tongue swipe the soft skin. It started off slow before I soaked his flesh with my tongue, sucking one side entirely into my mouth as I gently rolled it over my tongue.
He seemed to like it.
When I had him breathing hard, I moved up and dragged my tongue up the vein of his rock-hard dick.
That elicited another moan from him, a deeper one than the others, sounding more like a bear than a man.
I made it to the tip then pressed a kiss to the head, getting the precome on my tongue.
That was when his hand dug deep into my hair, and he grabbed himself by the base. His impatience took over, and he guided my mouth down his dick, forcing me down until there was no more throat for his length.
I wanted to gag right away, but I bottled the impulse deep inside.
“Slow.” He guided me by the hair the way he liked, still holding his base for me like some kind of gentleman. “Just like that, sweetheart.”
I flattened my tongue and kept going, feeling like a horse that was guided by the reins, feeling his cock push inside over and over, blocking my airway and forcing me to abstain from oxygen.
He’d been anxious to fuck me just a minute ago, but he seemed to want to stretch this out and make it last as long as possible, to put me to work and get the most out of me like a laborer on the clock.
My jaw ached because of how far open my mouth had to remain, and the back of my neck was already sore from lifting my head over such a great obstacle.
His eyes watched me the entire time, hard like his dick, dark like the night outside the windows.
When I went down, he forced me down farther, wanting me to take more than I could. Even when I struggled, he forced me to do it, like he got off on the struggle. Tears sprang into my eyes because it was hard to breathe and hard not to choke, but he didn’t give a damn.
He breathed harder as he watched me work, the cords of his veins tight from the way he flexed his whole body. Then he guided my head down faster, increasing the pace slowly until he had me going at breakneck speed.
My eyes watered until tears formed. I gasped between breaths, sucking in whatever air I could while it was available.
“Does my dick make you cry, sweetheart?” He started to thrust from below, slamming his dick into the back of my throat. Air supply became more limited and the need to gag increased, but my tongue remained flat to take that big cock like he demanded. My body wanted the strain to end, but I’d never been more aroused giving head before. My knees could be on cold concrete and I could sweat in the heat of a furnace, but I would still enjoy every second of making this man come in my mouth.
His face flushed red with desire. The skin over his chest became blotted with different spots of red. All the cords in his hands and neck popped like they were about to burst. His jaw clenched as his breathing turned ragged.
Then he released a loud moan as he finished, his fingers tightening in my hair and keeping me in place, his dick fully in my mouth so I wouldn’t miss a drop. The heat and the substance came a second later, dumping into my throat and making it impossible to breathe.
“Attagirl,” he said as he filled me.
When the moment passed, his fingers loosened on my hair so I could finally be free.
I sat up and straightened, but I didn’t get far before he grabbed me by the neck. His thumb swiped up over the bottom of my lip as he stared at me. “Show me.”
I hesitated before I stuck out my tongue, showing that I’d already swallowed it.
He released me when he got what he wanted. He left the couch, buck naked because his sweatpants were left on the floor, and walked into the bathroom to clean himself up.