Page 98 of Unapologetic Obsession
I didn’t understand everything he said but nodded regardless. I tentatively leaned forward and took the head of his dick between my lips. He let out an involuntary sound. He tasted clean and faintly salty, the skin hot beneath the smooth tautness. I pulled back, swirling my tongue experimentally, then took him deeper, feeling the heavy weight press past my lips.
Both his hands speared through my hair and held me above my ears, anchoring himself while he told me what he liked.
“Lap the tip with your tongue. Yeah, like that. Now swirl it around my cock. Get it wet.
“Cup my balls.
“Squeeze tighter.
“Just like that.”
I obeyed each command, flicking my tongue over the swollen head, tracing the sensitive ridge until his hips jerked. I became bolder, flattening my tongue and sliding it from tip to root, then back again, feeling every vein and curve and pulse.
He released my hair out of the blue, hooked his hands beneath my underarms, and hoisted me onto the vanity table. He moved the fruit bowl and jewelry boxes out of the way.
“Whoa. What are you doing?”
He didn’t respond, turning me sideways so my legs dangled off the edge. All the blood rushed to my head when he stretched me out on my back until I was lying flat, my head hanging off the opposite side.
The dizzying lightness made me feel weightless. Before I could comprehend his motivation, he stepped forward and plunged himself back into my mouth without warning.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growled. He grabbed the edges of the table, roaring and grunting uncontrollably. “You are killing me.”
My entire world narrowed to the obscene fullness of his dick in my mouth, the rigid line of his body straining over me, and the wild, animalistic noises he made when I did exactly as he instructed.
“Suck me harder. That’s it, baby. Feels so fucking good.” He sounded like a madman. “Don’t stop.”
The slick wetness between my thighs told me that I was enjoying his response as much as he was enjoying my mouth. There was something powerful in this man’s response to my touch.
A strangled whimper caught in my throat when he leaned over, sliding more of himself inside my mouth. I barely had time to process the new fullness before his fingers slid over my areola. He tugged at my nipples, gently at first, rougher as he continued.
“Your mouth feels so good.” His voice was strangled around a groan as his fingers drifted south.
I arched my back when he slid his fingers inside my soaking wet warmth. His dick throbbed in my mouth, and I moaned as his fingers pumped in and out of me.
“You’re soaked, baby,” he gritted, moving his fingers faster.
He leveraged every inch of his considerable height to lean over and bury his head between my thighs. The movement pressed his dick farther into my mouth. My body was stretched between the point of his mouth on my sex and the unyielding pressure of his cock in my mouth, with no escape or no air, only the overwhelming sensation of being conquered from both sides. But I couldn’t focus on gulping down air when his tongue found my clit.
He alternated between broad, flattening strokes and ruthless flicks. He had never tasted me like this before, from this angle. And certainly not while I hung upside down and his dick choked my mouth.
The air in my lungs thinned to a desperate trickle, but I kept my lips tightly wound around his shaft. There was not much more I could do as he was in complete control now, pumping in and out of me with brutal thrusts, while drawing pathetic whimpers out of me with his tongue.
His tongue moved faster, harder, unrelenting, until my thighs threatened to snap closed around his skull. But he forced them wider and found a rhythm. Tongue, then suction, then a bite, then tongue again. It was exquisite torture, and every second ratcheted the tension in my body higher.
The orgasm hit me fast and unexpectedly, and I screamed around his dick. My legs spasmed, my hands scrabbled blindly for purchase, and for a split second, I thought I might black out. I tried to yank myself off his cock, but he was fast to react. Before I could move my face, he collared my neck with a handaround my throat, forcing me to hold still and keep his dick rooted in my mouth.
“Open your throat and take me deeper,” he growled against my sex, pushing his dick farther into my mouth.
He tilted my head so he could go deeper and down my throat. Instead of panicking about when the oxygen would run out, I forced myself to surrender. My pussy spasmed around his tongue, drenching his face, and my mouth stretched around his dick.
He pulled back and replaced his tongue with his fingers. Each thrust of his dick pumping into my mouth synced with the aftershocks of my climax from his hand massaging my sex. He picked up the pace, driven purely by a primal instinct. When he saw tears prickling my eyes, he stroked my hair.
“I’m almost done, baby.”
I tried to breathe through my nose and control my gag reflex. I wanted to do this for him and didn’t want to tap out.
“Just a little longer,” he grunted with excruciating effort.
