throat standards, admittedly wasn't very far. But it was a hell of a lot farther than I'd let him go again if he complained about it.
I fisted the base of his cock and pushed back on his hip, forcing him to withdraw. Then I gripped his ass, squeezed it tight because it felt amazing in my hand, and pulled him forward. A few more rounds like that and he got the idea. He thrust sharply into my mouth with a groan and a shudder, his legs straining. My hand kept him from going too deep, but I was definitely going to feel this the next day.
His cock was satin smooth and soft, almost delicate, which is pretty damn ridiculous if you think about it. A cock is the symbol of manhood, of virility and strength. It was designed for penetration, for pounding relentlessly into a woman's cunt, and yet it was also the softest, most vulnerable part of the male anatomy. That he trusted me with this part of him, that he put himself inside my mouth with no fear and only the belief that I would take care of him, well, that was fucking hot.
I moaned around his cock, my tongue caressing and accepting him as he thrust into my mouth. The salty secretion of pre-cum coated my tongue and mouth , but I wanted more. I relaxed and opened my throat wider, inviting him just a little deeper.
"Roni." He groaned out my name, his hips working hard and fast. I looked up at him, begging with my eyes, because my mouth was otherwise occupied, for him to just let go. I wanted all of him and this was the best I could offer at the moment. "Fuck ," he muttered.
And then his hands were back in my hair, gripping tight and holding my head immobile. The look on his face, the sheer drive for release, would have kept me from reprimanding him even if I had been able to speak. Oral sex had always been fun, but this was the first time I really wished I didn't have a gag reflex. Maybe I could work on that for him.
Or not, since this was a technically a farewell fuck.
I dug my nails into his ass a little harder. I wanted to leave some mark on him, some sign that I'd been there, however small. He jerked and pulled my hair taut.
"I'm close."
I released my hold on his cock and wrapped both arms around his thighs. Hopefully he'd control himself and not thrust farther than I'd previously allowed, but I was willing to take the chance. I wanted both of my hands on him, holding him in me when he came. I didn't want him to pull out at the last minute out of some misguided sense of chivalry.
As lost as he was, thrashing his head side to side with his lips curled back in a snarl, he kept himself in check. He thrust to the back of my throat, to the exact point that made me gag and choke, then withdrawing just as quickly.
He came with a stilted grunt, his legs quaking and the hold in my hair sharpening as he orgasmed in my mouth. My grip on his ass was tight and unrelenting as I sucked hard enough to hollow my cheeks and looked up at him through my lashes.
"Oh God," He thrust a few more times, jerky and uncoordinated, and continued to release down my throat.
He slumped on top of me, his weight enough to make me surrender my hold on his cock. After a few deep, gasping breaths, he gathered himself and stood straight again. He stroked my hair gently.
"That was. . ." he smiled at me with a predatory gleam. It was totally hot.
I arched one eyebrow and looked up at him, choosing to remain kneeling. "Yes?"
"Fucking awesome." He laughed as he said it, the seriousness of our earlier conversation washed out completely with the orgasm.
"You liked that?" I laughed, too. Not because it was funny, but just because it felt great to release some tension.
"Oh yeah. Definitely." He wrapped his hands in my hair and tugged me up. "Come here."
He kissed me slow and deep, his tongue sensual and probing, licking his essence from my mouth. He moaned and I squirmed, clasping my thighs together. A futile act, but all I had at the
I fisted the base of his cock and pushed back on his hip, forcing him to withdraw. Then I gripped his ass, squeezed it tight because it felt amazing in my hand, and pulled him forward. A few more rounds like that and he got the idea. He thrust sharply into my mouth with a groan and a shudder, his legs straining. My hand kept him from going too deep, but I was definitely going to feel this the next day.
His cock was satin smooth and soft, almost delicate, which is pretty damn ridiculous if you think about it. A cock is the symbol of manhood, of virility and strength. It was designed for penetration, for pounding relentlessly into a woman's cunt, and yet it was also the softest, most vulnerable part of the male anatomy. That he trusted me with this part of him, that he put himself inside my mouth with no fear and only the belief that I would take care of him, well, that was fucking hot.
I moaned around his cock, my tongue caressing and accepting him as he thrust into my mouth. The salty secretion of pre-cum coated my tongue and mouth , but I wanted more. I relaxed and opened my throat wider, inviting him just a little deeper.
"Roni." He groaned out my name, his hips working hard and fast. I looked up at him, begging with my eyes, because my mouth was otherwise occupied, for him to just let go. I wanted all of him and this was the best I could offer at the moment. "Fuck ," he muttered.
And then his hands were back in my hair, gripping tight and holding my head immobile. The look on his face, the sheer drive for release, would have kept me from reprimanding him even if I had been able to speak. Oral sex had always been fun, but this was the first time I really wished I didn't have a gag reflex. Maybe I could work on that for him.
Or not, since this was a technically a farewell fuck.
I dug my nails into his ass a little harder. I wanted to leave some mark on him, some sign that I'd been there, however small. He jerked and pulled my hair taut.
"I'm close."
I released my hold on his cock and wrapped both arms around his thighs. Hopefully he'd control himself and not thrust farther than I'd previously allowed, but I was willing to take the chance. I wanted both of my hands on him, holding him in me when he came. I didn't want him to pull out at the last minute out of some misguided sense of chivalry.
As lost as he was, thrashing his head side to side with his lips curled back in a snarl, he kept himself in check. He thrust to the back of my throat, to the exact point that made me gag and choke, then withdrawing just as quickly.
He came with a stilted grunt, his legs quaking and the hold in my hair sharpening as he orgasmed in my mouth. My grip on his ass was tight and unrelenting as I sucked hard enough to hollow my cheeks and looked up at him through my lashes.
"Oh God," He thrust a few more times, jerky and uncoordinated, and continued to release down my throat.
He slumped on top of me, his weight enough to make me surrender my hold on his cock. After a few deep, gasping breaths, he gathered himself and stood straight again. He stroked my hair gently.
"That was. . ." he smiled at me with a predatory gleam. It was totally hot.
I arched one eyebrow and looked up at him, choosing to remain kneeling. "Yes?"
"Fucking awesome." He laughed as he said it, the seriousness of our earlier conversation washed out completely with the orgasm.
"You liked that?" I laughed, too. Not because it was funny, but just because it felt great to release some tension.
"Oh yeah. Definitely." He wrapped his hands in my hair and tugged me up. "Come here."
He kissed me slow and deep, his tongue sensual and probing, licking his essence from my mouth. He moaned and I squirmed, clasping my thighs together. A futile act, but all I had at the
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