Bound By His Rules {M×M}
“Not yet.”
Slaps followed—his hand cracking my glowing skin, choking interludes blurring the edges.
The deepest throat use yet sealed my unraveling. He lowered me slightly, positioning my head at his crotch level.
“Swallow me whole, cunt.” I opened wide, and he fed it in gently, the corona scraping my palate, veins pulsing against my tongue. Deeper he pushed, past previous limits, my throat yielding with a burn that brought fresh tears. “One more inch, and I swear, you will be screaming my name in front of God.”