I tilt my head back, right off the edge, opening my mouth and use my hands to guide him closer but he’s in control. Even now, even when I’m the one granting the pleasure, he’s the one making the big moves.
“Take my cock Eleri. Take it all.” He says sliding into me.
My eye widens as he pushes inch by inch into my mouth. He feels even bigger this time, as if the need has made his dick swell to impossible proportions. I can feel my spit already sliding down my face.
I don’t want to gag. I don’t want to choke.
I want everyone to see me sucking Nico’s ten inch dick off and taking every bit without complaint.
He groans, picking up pace. His balls are slapping into my face. His dick is past my tonsils, down my throat. I can taste him in every cell of my body. I’m fighting my gag reflex so hard and my face is screwed up tight with the effort.
“Relax.” He says as if he can feel my tension.
I murmur in response but his dick is preventing me from speaking so all it results in is some low vibration against him.
He groans, sliding a hand down between my breasts and then he massages them, manipulates them, rolls my nipples as I focusing on sucking.
“That’s a good girl.” He says. “You’re doing so good.”
I move my hand, I don’t realise I’m doing it but I’m touching myself, teasing my clit and he groans in approval. I know he liked watching me on the camera so I know it’ll turn him on more to see it in reality.
“Yes my queen.” He say, bucking his hips harder. I can hear he’s close now. I can feel his pace is becoming relentless. I’m starting to choke again, starting to feel his dick catch every time he rocks into me.
He grabs my hand, the one that’s been masturbating myself and he sucks on my fingers, twisting his tongue over the digits to lick up my juices.
And then he lets out a half roar as he cums. His seed is so warm as it pours down my throat and I swallow over and over, trying not to choke on it.
He pulls his dick out and I half cough, rolling onto my side. It’s not the ending I was after but he looks happy. Fuck, he looks like a king that just got his throne.
“You take my cock so well.” He says.
“I think I just need more practice.” I say wiping the mix of cum and saliva that’s dripped down my chin.
He laughs. “We can certainly arrange that.”
Him
She’s been here for almost week now.
At every opportunity I’m grabbing her, touching her, feeling her breasts and that fan-fucking-tastic ass. If I’d known she’d feel as good as she does I would have made my moves sooner.
Hell, I might even have brought her here after she left the hospital. Played Florence Nightingale and nursed her back to health with my cock.
But it wouldn’t have worked.
I know that. I know as much as we’re enjoying our time, this girl has trust issues, unsurprising trust issues and that’s another reason I’m not fucking her just yet. Because as much as I worship her body, as much as I cannot get enough, I want her to know I see her for more than how she looks. I see her for who she is. And who she will be.
Afterall if it’s just about her physical traits I’d be no different to the brutes who maimed her. Not really anyway. Because that’s all they saw. Big tits, big ass, curves to die for and when she turned them down, they thought they had the right to destroy her. As if anyone has that right.
My divine sleeping beauty.
I stroke her hair. She’s gotten used to me perving over her now. She’s gotten used to me staring at her face, refusing to be cowed by the scaring there.
For the last few days though things have been ramping up. Building.
I’ve had to spend more time away from her than I wanted. But she doesn’t seem to mind. Doesn’t complain. My woman understands my time is precious and she seems grateful for any attention I give her.
I watch her through the feed, watch as she sits with Sarpedon wrapped around her, as she showers, as she keeps herself busy while I am occupied with meetings, strategizing, planning. If everything goes accordingly this war will be over soon enough and I can focus all my efforts on ensuring Eleri is happy.