Then, just as quickly, he leaned back against the pillows, that dark, hungry smile returning to his lips. His cock stood proud and slick from my mouth, twitching impatiently in the cool air. Without a word, he guided my head back down, fingers threading through my hair once more. I opened willingly, taking him in again with a soft, eager hum. This time, his guidance was a little more commanding, pushing me further, holding me there for longer stretches until my throat relaxed around him.I focused on breathing through my nose, relaxing my jaw as best I could while my tongue worked the underside of his shaft. Every downstroke took him deeper, my nose brushing against the coarse hair at his base when he held me there. The almost-gag from before lingered in my throat, a reminder that made me more careful but also more turned on. I loved this, the loss of control, the way he used my mouth like it was his to command.“Shit, you’re so fucking good at this,” he praised between heavy breaths,
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