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“On your back for me, toy,” I instruct, which gets him to flip over and lay sprawled out on the bed.

When he’s settled, I climb up on the bed and make my way up his body to straddle his legs.

When I find a comfortable position on my knees, I take his cock in hand once more and lean down to kiss the tip.

The smallest of touches has his hips bucking up, already anticipating and needing me and my cunt.

“Not yet, toy.” I croon. “First, I’m going to play with you.”

I lean down and take the tip of his cock into my mouth. My sucking around his head causes a gasp to escape from his lips, and I relish in the shiver of pride it sends down my spine.

Pulling off his cock with a pop, I then blow a steady stream of air onto his now glistening tip, making him groan once again. Then, I dive in, taking his cock into my mouth fully.

I love giving blow jobs, and the rush of taking control of someone’s pleasure puts me on a high I can’t explain. I love taking him down my throat and sucking along his length as I back off. Each time I swallow him, he makes small sounds that encourage me to keep going. Every withdrawal has him begging for more.

I may be on my knees for him, but he’s not the one in control right now.

I am.

After a few minutes, I can tell he’s holding back. He’s dug his fingers into the sheets, trying his best not to reach for my head and take control. But he’s unable to control the little thrusts of his hips that drive his cock deeper down my throat until I’m gagging on him.

“Please.” He whimpers, but I don’t relent.

I keep going with my ministrations and bob up and down his length, swallowing him whole and pulling off him in a steady rhythm. My tongue swirls around his head, teasing him each time I give him a break from the tightness of my throat.

“Please, my queen.” He tries again, his voice more desperate this time.

This time, when I pull back, I let my teeth lightly graze against his shaft and head until I’ve fully released him.

“Let’s see if you’re as good with your tongue as I am, then. Shall we?” I smirk.

“Yes.” He sighs. “Please, I need to taste you.”

I can already tell how wet I am just from giving him a blow job, my thighs sticky as they rub together while I crawl up his body.

When I reach his shoulders, I stand up so I can position myself over his face and begin to lower myself.

“If you need to breathe, just tap my leg three times,” I tell him.

“I won’t, my queen.” He pants, his gaze fixated on my cunt as I lower myself to my knees. “Use me as your throne.”

I smile. “My pleasure.”

“As it should be.” He says, grasping my hips and pulling me down.

Before I’m even fully settled on his face, his tongue is already reaching for my pussy to lick through my center. The feeling of his rough tongue on my sensitive folds already has me moaning in pleasure, and I wiggle to settle myself comfortably on his face as he begins to eat me out.

When his tongue finds my opening, his nose finds itself in the perfect position right by my clit. A zap of energy shoots through my body at the contact, and I lift ever so slightly in shock.

Marshall takes a quick breath, but just as fast, he’s already pulling me down to bury himself in my cunt once again. He uses his tongue to lick at and thrust into my channel, driving my need higher with each movement.

Soon enough, I’m grinding against his face. His tongue is in my pussy, and his nose hits my clit with each rock of my hips. Every ounce of his attention is entirely devoted to my pleasure, which keeps climbing with each second.

His fingers dig into my flesh hard enough to leave bruises, and I know he’s likely in need of air.

But I’m so close, so close, to my release that I don’t care.

He’s mine to use for my pleasure, and I intend on dragging every second out of it that I can.

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