Page 51 of Training His Pet

“Yes.”

His hands worked open his jeans. “I want your mouth.” He pulled his cock out, stroking some pressure from himself.

Her eyes widened, but her tongue ran along her lips, showing as much hunger as she had for her breakfast.

“Open for me, pet.” He shuffled forward another step and touched the top of her head. “Open wide.”

She licked her sweet plump lips again and parted them, leaning forward to take him into her mouth. Her hands obediently stayed on her legs.

“Good pet.” He slid his cock between her lips, over her tongue and even further still until he felt the warmth of her throat.

She coughed, but he held her, using both hands on her head now.

“Relax your throat,” he commanded. “Yes... fuck, like that... swallow my cock... so fucking good.” With short thrusts he began fucking her mouth.

Her hands came up to his legs, touching his thighs but not pushing him away. She fisted his jeans.

Again she coughed, sputtering when he drew his cock back. “Don’t drop it,” he commanded, resting the head of his cock on her lips.

She nodded, looking up at him. Was she searching for his approval? She had it the moment she’d opened her mouth at his command.

“Open real wide, sweet girl. I’m going to fuck that throat now. You can gag and cough as much as you need, but don’t drop my cock.” He tightened his hold on her head.

“Yes, sir.” She gifted him with a sweet smile and locked into his gaze as she opened her mouth wide.

His jaw clicked when he clenched his jaw. This girl would make him come with just a fucking look.

He fisted her hair and drove into her mouth, not going gentle, not slowing when his cock hit the back of her throat. She swallowed around his cock and he thrust again and again.

“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling his balls tighten.

Spit spilled from her mouth as he continued to plow into her throat, but she didn’t stop. She sucked, licked, and opened for him, taking every bit of him he gave. When she started to cough hard, he pulled back for a moment, giving her just enough of a respite to catch her breath before stealing it away again by fucking her mouth.

Stars blossomed at the edges of his vision. Pulling her toward him, he thrust once more into her throat as his orgasm exploded through him. She sputtered, but he held her, letting the waves of his orgasm slow before he released her and slid back out of her mouth. A drop of cum leaked onto her lips and she licked it away.

He sucked in a breath, leaning on the kitchen table while he caught the air.

“Sweet girl. Fuck, that was—” He blew out a breath, petting her hair with his hand. “Perfect.”

She ran the back of her hand over her mouth and smiled up.

“Proud girl,” he chuckled and moved down to his haunches and kissed her. He framed her face with his hands and captured her mouth beneath his. She moaned, greedy and hungry, when he broke the kiss. “I have something for you, and if you’re a good pet and wear it without complaint, you’ll be rewarded.”

“What is it?” she asked, breathless. He could probably ask her to do anything at that moment; her arousal was at such a height. But he wouldn’t take advantage. Not completely. Her desire would help her, but he wouldn’t use it against her.

“You’ll see, let’s go back to the bedroom.”

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