On Her Knees For Him.

Chapter 6.

Her knees met the ground before the words left my lips completely, and the sight? It turned me on even more. The sound of her soft drop to the floor echoed in the room like a promise, like submission wrapped in the shape of my perfect Pearl.

This was wrong. This was so wrong. I shouldn’t want her. I shouldn’t want any woman… but how could I not? When her wetness from the last time remained all over my fingers, the scent of her still clinging to my skin as if she’d branded me? How could I not when my cock refused to respond to any of my strokes no matter how hard I tried? How could I not, when my body kept dragging me to her room like a man possessed, my feet moving before my mind could catch up?

When all I wanted was to fuck her mouth and empty my cum on her lips until she wore it like a filthy crown.

My hand moved to her hair, fisting hard on it in a way that forced her to look up at me with those bright eyes — those dangerous, bright eyes that held so much need and obedience it made resisting her impossible.

Her skin was flushed, that perfect blush of heat blooming across her cheeks, and her lips… Heavens, those lips — soft, pouty, begging to be used. My cock twitched hard against my briefs, straining, as if it could break through the fabric on its own and bury itself between them without permission. Her body gave the slightest twitch, a small shiver I felt through my palm gripping her hair, and the scent of her arousal hit my nostrils in a rush so potent I could taste her on my tongue already.

And I swear to the moon goddess — all I wanted to do right now was fuck her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk straight for days.

But I can’t… I can’t touch her. Not fully. Not yet. Tonight, I could only take her mouth. Just her mouth. For today. Just today… and I would keep my conscience.

My grip on her hair tightened and she let out the softest sound — a wince laced with pleasure — her head tilting ever so slightly as if inviting more, as if she was silently asking for it without using words. That tiny sound shot straight to my cock, making it throb painfully.

I lowered my face to hers, hovering just inches away, my breath grazing her lips. My thumb dragged slowly across her lower lip, feeling the heat radiating from her skin.

Her body trembled slightly under my hold, desire brewing hot in those beautiful hazel eyes that seemed to pull me under like a tide I couldn’t fight.

“I am going to fuck your mouth so hard you will remember never to test me again.”

A small whimper slipped from her lips, but she swallowed it down quickly. The movement of her throat as she did… fuck. I suddenly wished it was my cock she was swallowing, sliding in and out of her throat just like that, watching her choke and take it all.

My grip on her hair loosened and I straightened my posture.

“Since you dared to stir my heat… you will pay the consequences of it…

Take out my cock.”

Her trembling hands moved instantly, driven by both fear and need, her eyes locked on me with something between defiance and surrender. I could see the hesitation in her movements, the slight pause before her fingers touched me — and that hesitation only made my cock ache harder.

I watched as she undid the hook of my pants, letting them slide down to my feet. My skin prickled, whether from the cool brush of fabric against my thighs or from the way her eyes devoured the shape hidden beneath my briefs, I couldn’t tell.

I caught her chin in my hand, tilting her face up. “When I give you instructions, follow it like a good girl…”

She nodded gently, nervous and needy all at once.

Her hand reached for my briefs with a hesitant slowness, the air between us heavy with anticipation, each second stretching out like it was designed to torture me.

The moment she pulled them down, my cock sprang free, proud and unyielding — long, thick, and laced with veins that stood out like a roadmap of sin.

Her eyes widened, mouth falling open in a way that made my cock twitch again.

She looked up at me, surprise and something darker flickering in her gaze.

A slow, sinister smile curled at my lips.

“Are you scared?”

She didn’t answer, just knelt there like the perfect little slut she was becoming, breathing a little heavier, her chest rising and falling as if she already knew what was about to happen.

I bent down so my face was close to hers again. “This is what you’ve always wanted, right? To have my cock in your mouth. To be fucked like my good girl… Why are you suddenly scared? Huh?”

“I am not scared,” she mumbled, and I let out a scoff.

“Even if you are… I will fuck the fear out of your mouth. Now be a good girl and put your damn mouth to use.”

Her lips twitched gently as she reached for my cock again, her tiny hands unable to wrap all the way around it. The size difference made my pulse pound harder.

“You… you are so huge…” she whispered, her voice trembling, and I couldn’t decide if that was a compliment or regret — but either way, it made my cock throb harder in her hands and the urge to fuck her grew stronger than I could resist.

My body tensed under the gentle movement of her fingers against my cock.

I looked down at her. Oh. My Pearl was really inexperienced. She didn’t even know how to pleasure a cock, yet her gentle little strokes still managed to turn me on. The thought that she was still pure turned me on so hard my cock throbbed even more against her hand.

She looked up at me, confused and excited all at once.

“Stick out your tongue,” I commanded, and she did as I said instantly.

My body stiffened as her tongue moved against the cap of my cock, licking the precum that hung at the tip.

I suppressed a groan as the wet heat of her tongue made my jaw clench, and my grip on her hair tightened slightly without me even realizing it.

My body tensed gently as she swirled her tongue against my tip, looking up at me for approval like a good girl should.

My face tightened, my hands itching beside me to grab her head and sink my cock down her throat, but I didn’t. Not yet. I just stood still, letting her move her tongue against my cock while still trying to stroke me at the same time.

The act was pure, almost innocent, yet so maddening I could feel sensation crawling across my skin like fire.

My skin burned, the heat intensifying with every lick she made, every small drag of her tongue that teased instead of satisfied.

Then her lips stretched, trying so hard to wrap them around my cock. I could see the effort in her expression, the slight strain, the way her jaw trembled.

My nose flared, and pleasure laced with need stabbed into my chest. Unable to control my needs, I grabbed her hair and forced my cock all the way into her mouth, watching as her lips stretched wide while she choked on me, struggling to take me deeper. Her throat spasmed around me, her hands pressing weakly against my thighs as she tried to breathe.

And fuck… the sight of her like that — choking, drooling, fighting to take me — almost made me lose control right there.

But this… this is just the beginning of what pleasure feels like.