Knees mere inches from pressing onto the floor, I stop, shooting him a devious glare.
“I’ll only crawl if you take it off,” I breathe, pointing to his face. Truthfully, he doesn’t need the mask to make me wet. It’s his presence, rough and forever on the verge of destruction, that does more for me than any mask ever could —even though the devil horns really suited him.
“I thought you liked the mask?” he says, pouting in playful disappointment.
The steel of my tongue piercing escapes my lips as it pokes out, drawing his attention to my teasing mouth as I finally begin to crawl to him, extra slow, just like he wanted. “Oh, I do, but I’d rather see the bare face of the pendejo I love to hate,” I murmur, admiring the way my words send a surge of visible arousal through his body.
“Why do you insist on calling me that?” he breathes, huskily.
“Because you like it when I tease you. Just like you enjoy the idea of pleasing me, even if you hate yourself for it.”
“Mmm,” he grunts in approval, ripping the mask off, sending it to the ground. “Fine, suit yourself. I’ll do whatever it takes to get you to where you belong.”
“And where’s that?”
“Right now, you and those pretty lips of yours belong on my cock.”
“Aww, you want it to be your turn, don’t you?” I taunt, reminding him of when I sucked Brett’s cock in front of him and he stood there watching, wishing it was him instead.
“Yep, it’s my turn,” he quips. Rubbing his more than ready cock with his palm, my mouth waters. Catching on to the lust in my face, he continues, “Look at you, so fucking stunning on your knees for me. So eager to please me and make the best mistake you’ll never have the chance to make again,” he clips.
Continuing my slow crawl, I swipe my tongue at my lips as I near the wide expanse of his legs.
“Trust me, you’re a mistake I’d never make twice,” I lie because fuck, this is the most fun I’ve had almost fucking someone, well…ever. Finally, my long trek ends, and I settle between his widespread legs.
“You’re a fucking vision, you know that? So damn pretty when you lie to me. Now, open wide, princess. Hope you’re okay with losing air for a little bit,” he sneers as his fingers find my chin, tipping it, forcing me to peer up at him.
Gaze in tune with his, I move my lips. “Fine by me. But remember, I don’t want a gentleman or your kindness. I want your dick and that’s all.”
The rough calloused skin of his palm scratches at my chin as he tilts my head. He pauses, staring at me for a moment as if he’s drinking me in, savoring every single second before he presses his lips against mine. “Just shut up and fucking kiss me,” he groans, as he lowers his lips into a passionate kiss. The abrupt yet attentive way his lips mesh with mine makes me tremble from the contact, immediately wanting more. He must feel it too, from the way my body falls closer to his. Of course, Colson being his typical dickish self takes it upon himself to break the seal of our kiss, replacing his lips with an outstretched finger centered on my cupid's bow. “Fuck, you are gorgeous when you’re needy. Don’t worry, I’ll kiss you again. But I want to see how much better you taste with my come on your breath.” He smirks as his large palm curls at the crown of my head, pushing me down to his erect length.
Wasting not even a second I draw his pretty, big, pierced cock into my mouth. The intricate texture of the piercings causes a heated rush to spread throughout my entire body as I glide up and down the shaft, sucking him in.
The power I feel from having him in my mouth is intoxicating. Taking every inch of him, my mouth stretches to accommodate his size. Finding a rhythm that he likes, I work his shaft with a hunger that surprises even myself. He shifts in the chair, throwing his head back, loosening that tightness that riddles his body.
The taut hold he has on my scalp drives him deeper into my mouth, causing the cool, harsh edges of his piercings to rub against the barbell in my tongue. My cheeks hollow around him as I take all of him to the back of my throat. “God damn it, you look so fucking pretty choking on my cock. You’re doing so fucking good.”
I hum at his praise, my stifled moan vibrating against him.
“Fuck, you keep sucking me like that and I’m going to come,” he groans.
I laugh to myself. Isn’t that the point of sucking dick? To come? But still, I like that he’s enjoying it.
Maintaining the harsh hold on my head, he forces himself so deep into my mouth, that my vision becomes blurred from the tears slipping my eyes. But I don’t care, it only fuels my need for him more as I suck and lick at his shaft.
Time becomes irrelevant as I continue my mission to have him feed me his release, claiming my throat as his.
Closing my watery eyes, I suck harder. He’s close, I can feel it. The veins that run up his shaft starts to pulse, and I brace myself for his release. His thumb grazes my chin, the tip of his finger teasing the seal of my mouth as he rubs his thumb back and forth.
“¿Estás lista?” His question a sultry, deep cry. Even the most basic of Spanish words rolling off his tongue sends a rush of heat to my center.
I nod, my head restricted beneath his hold. I’m desperate for him, craving his cum.
“That’s my good fucking slut,” he groans, rubbing my cheek with his hand. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he mewls, yanking my hair that wraps around his palm as he pushes my head down. Deep throating him, I welcome the warmth of his salty release filling my mouth. While his pierced cock continues to pulse, his fingers slither to the corner of my mouth, breaking the seal my lips have around his impressive length. “Don’t swallow yet” he orders, as cum starts to leak from the corners.
Mouth still occupied with his cock; I peer up at him. “Don’t be sad, little liar. You’ll have another chance to swallow my load,” he says mischievously. Then his fingers inch to the back of my throat, tickling my goddamn tonsils, gagging me while he collects his cum from my mouth.
“I’m going to remove my hand, and this is the only time I’ll ever say this. When my fingers are out of your mouth, spit,” he commands.