I didn't realized I was blushing.
" I don't think I have that much patience left not to take you myself. "
I nodded.
Breath caught in my throat.
One hand wrapped carefully around the base of his cock.
It barely fit in my grip.
I leaned forwards anyways.
Taking him in.
"..."
I could barely take the head, when I gagged slightly.
His size was too huge.
My throat tightened, but I didn't stop.
It was only halfway in and it already felt like he was stretching the limits of my mouth.
A hiss tore off from his mouth.
" Fucking hell!.. " He growled.
That voice, rough and strained.
I shifted my eyes upto him.
The sight nearly made me moan.
He looked so fucking hot.
A jolt of heat raced down my spine and pulsed between my legs.
It felt so good to see him like that.
I tightened my grip slightly and swirled my tongue around him, needing to hear more of those guttural sounds.
His cock stretched my lips, filled my mouth so completely.
I could feel the thick vein pulsing against the tongue.
The slight salt of his skin.
He tasted intense, and masculine.
And when I tried to take him deeper.
My throat rebelled , gagging around him.
His hand moved to the back of my head, not moving but holding.
" Mmm...that's it, principessa," he gasped, Voice wrecked with pleasure.
" Fuck! Your mouth is so warm. Ahhh..."
I moaned softy around him at the praise, and that made him jerk slightly, his hips twitching forward.
My eyes flicked up at him again.
His head was tilted back, throat exposed, lips parted, jaw clenched so hard I could see thr tension ripple through his neck.
He looked like he was barely hanging on.
Like any second he might snap and just fuck my mouth without mercy.
And I wanted him to.
I pulled back, my lips gliding over him with a wet pop.
Saliva glistening on my chin. I stroked him with my hand, spreading the sickness from my mouth along his Shaft.
He was so hard, and heavy in my palm.
I leaned in again.
Swirling my tongue around the head.
Teasing the tip before slowly taking him in.
" Oh my Godd..." He groaned.
His fingers tightened just slightly in my hair.
" You are going to make me lose it."
My thighs pressed together as I bobbed my head.
Slow at first.
Sucking gently.
Letting my lips drag over his thick length while my hand stroked what what I couldn't take.
He was too big to fit fully.
His groans deepened.
His body tensed.
I moaned again around him.
Loving the taste, loving how responsive he was to every flick of my tongue.
" Goddam, principessa," he written out.
" Look at you. So pretty with your mouth full of daddy's cock."
I flushed.
Embarrassed and turned on beyond reason.
I never imagined I'd want someone this much, want to please someone like this.
Crave the way they lost control for me.
But here I was on my knees, chocking on his cock.
Loving every inch of it.
He looked down at me.
Eyes dark. Chest rising and falling rapidly.
" You know what, principessa?" His voice dropped lower.
I looked up at him, lips still wrapped around the thick weight of his cock.
My hand stroking him.
" It's time to ruin that pretty mouth of yours."
I didn't even have time to react.
His grip on my hair suddenly tightened, and before I could prepare myself, he snapped his hips forward.
I choked.
My hands shot to his thighs for balance as he thrust into my mouth.
Rough.
Fast.
It caught me completely off guard.
My lips stretched wide.
His cock pushing deeper than I'd ever taken, every movement desperate.
It was too much.
But fuck, it made me so fucking turned on.
" Ah, shit! " my eyes watered instantly.
I didn't pull away. He was groaning above me.
Low.
Ragged.
"That's it," He growled, hand guiding my head, hips pounding into me.
" Take it. Take it all, principessa. "
I gagged again.
Spit dripping from the corners of my mouth.
Down my chin.
Clicking his cock with more wetness.
My throat burned, but I didn't care.
The way he fucked into my mouth.
The way he sounded.
The way his chest heaved and his brows furrowed and his jaw.
That was all a desperate pleasure.
It's sent pulses of heat straight between my legs.
I was soaked, hell I was dripping.
His cock hit the back of throat again. This time, he held it there.
My throat hurted.
My nails digging into his thighs. But, I let him.
" Fuck," He hissed. His voice strained and vicious with need.
" You look so fucking good like this, drooling all over me, tears in yours eyes, trying so hard to take it like a good girl, moglie."
His words wrecked me.
I whimpered around him, a needy, muffled sound.
He pulled back just enough for me to breathe.
My lips wee red, slick with spit, mu chest heaving.
I didn't even get a full second before he thrust back in, deeper this time.
My throat tightened again.
My hand gripped the base of his cock, stroking in rhythm with every thrust.
I looked up at him through wet lashes, lips stretched wide, and the moment our eyes locked.
Something snapped in him.
" Fuck, I'm gonna.."
I sucked harder, stroking the base.
Letting him feel every swirl of my tongue, every desperate moan vibrating against him.
I wanted him to come.
I wanted to swallow him down.
" Fucking hell." His hips thrust one final time as he spilled into my mouth.
I took every single drop.
I swallowed around him, throat working greedily as I kept him there, not wasting a single bit.
The taste of him flooded my senses.
I pulled back slowly, licking him clean, my tongue tracing the head softly before letting him go with a wet pop.
I looked up at him, licked the corner of my lips.
I didn't know what was wrong with me.
Maybe it was the way he looked at me like he owned every inch of my body.
Maybe it was the way he fucked me so nicely.
Or maybe...maybe I was just a horny mess with no shame left.
Whatever the reason, the words slipped from my mouth before my mind could stop them.
" Please fuck me, daddy."