Precious Things Should Never Kneel

I swallowed, my mouth watering as I looked at Axel’s dick. It wasn't that huge, but it was long, curved at the end, his crown flushed pink, and precum dripping from it.

“I know my dick is beautiful,” he grunted, drawing my attention away from his dick, “but I really need to get off, baby. This erection is becoming painful.”

I nodded slowly and got off the chair. I was about to get on my knees, but Axel stopped me.

“Nuh-uh.” I looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. He shook his head, walking to me. “You shouldn't get on your knees.”

“Why not?”

He tilted his head, walking back to me and pushing me to sit back down on the chair. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, his knuckle brushing my cheek. “Because… You shouldn't get on your knees, Rosette. Not for a man, not for anyone. You seem like someone who has a lot of pride. Getting on your knees will hurt that pride.”

I still stared at him, the confusion in my brows deepening. “What… what are you saying?”

His eyes dropped to my lips and back to my eyes, his voice a whisper when he spoke. “What I'm saying sweetheart, is that you’re special, precious. Precious, special things kneel for no one. It’s the other way round.”

I swallowed, my chest tightening. “And what makes me precious and special?”

His thumb brushed against my bottom lip, his eyes dropping on them again. “You’ll know.”

He kissed me, more softly and gently, leaving me even more confused. I didn't know what it was… but something had changed in Axel, something shifted so suddenly, and he was softer.

He broke the kiss, looking into my eyes with a smirk. “Now don’t get all confused or get the wrong idea, this is my dick speaking. That’s how hard I am; it’s taking control of my brain.”

The frown was wiped from my face. “Ah.”

He pulled away, straightening as he thrust his dick into my face. “Now get sucking, sweetheart, before I lose my damn mind.”

I sat on the edge of the chair, taking his dick into my hand and Axel hissed. He was warm and throbbing in my hand. I closed my fist around him, stroking him, watching his face. He looked down at me, his eyes half-closed, his breathing harsh. I had barely touched him, and he was already like this, coming unraveled.

That gave me some sort of power and urged me on. I brought my face close to his dick, and licked him. Axel moaned this time, his hand moving to grab my hair, but he didn't do anything and just continued holding my hair.

I licked him again, pressing my nose against him. He smelled good, like musk. I licked his crown, looking into his eyes as I swallowed him, slowly, inch by inch.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his hand tightening in my hair. “Rosette…”

He was too long so I couldn't swallow him fully, so I made up with my hand, stroking him where my mouth couldn't reach while sucking.

Axel moaned and gasped, moving his hips slowly, his head thrown back. “S-so good. Baby, your mouth feels so d-damm good.”

That urged me on and suddenly I got the courage to swallow what was left of him. I went in slowly, pausing to breathe.

“That’s it,” he moaned, stroking my hair. “Good fucking girl.”

I swallowed him until my nose was resting on his happy trail, and he was in so deep it felt like he was in my stomach. I stayed like that for a while, trying to breathe, but Axel seemed to have run out of patience.

“Rosette… I can't hold it anymore. I have to move.”

I looked up at him to see him looking down, a glint in his eyes.

“I have to move, baby. Please? This is the sweetest torture and I feel like I'm going to die before I cum.”

His softness with me, his words, and patience made my chest so tight and I nodded. He grinned, stroking my hair softly before he fisted it and thrust, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, my eyes watered and Axel stopped, pulling away.

I coughed when he was out, rubbing my throat. Axel didn't stop stroking my hair, waiting. When I felt like I got my shit together, I nodded, not being able to look at him because I felt like an amateur who was trying so hard.

“Yeah?” Axel asked softly, still stroking my hair.

I nodded again. “Yeah.”

Axel straightened, holding his dick to my mouth. I opened for him, licking his head before he entered my mouth, filling my mouth. Halfway in, he thrust in, hitting the back of my throat again. I gagged—again—but when Axel wanted to pull away, I grabbed him by the hip, giving him a look that says, “Don’t you dare.”

He was right about my pride. It was as big as this damn mansion, and him pulling away whenever I gagged was hurting that pride.

So I put on my big girl pants and took what Axel gave me. He thrust in and out, in and out, holding my hair, grunting and moaning, and fuck those sounds were so sexy.

Tears were flowing out of my eyes, snot mixing with them, but I didn't stop. I continued to take him, forcing my throat to relax. I swallowed around him, hollowed my cheeks, and moaned.

Axel cursed—harsh and flirty—his head thrown back, exposing his long, elegant neck. “R-Rosette, I’m s-so close. Ah, fuck that, I’m c-cumming already.”

And come he did. He stopped moving, just held himself still as he shot his load down my throat, moaning so loudly, cursing more than a drunken sailor, his body shaking.

He pulled away suddenly, going down on his knees while he was still cumming. He stroked his dick, his eyes closed, a vein in his neck popping. He stroked his dick fiercely, and he came, and came, and goddamn came, making a huge mess on the floor.

Now I understand why he pulled away; it would have been too much for me to contain. I watched him, unable to look away from his expression. He looked blissful, like he was floating on clouds.

Finally—finally!—he stopped cumming, his shaking subsiding as he slowly opened his eyes, and they landed on me.

“That… that was a lot,” I muttered.

He scoffed, looking drained. “I haven't cum that much in forever.” He reached out, cupping my face, wiping something from my jaw. “You’re wonderful, Rosette. And so beautiful.”

Despite what we’d just done, I still blushed, looking away. Beautiful? He was surely mocking me. I had tears, snot, and cum on my face, and I was sure my hair was a mess. Beautiful was not the word I would use right now.

I looked back at him, about to say something when something behind him caught my eye. I looked that way to see my mother there, staring at me with her eyes wide.