Page 53 of Kings Against the World

I lean up toward him and swipe my tongue at his lips. “I want you to show me I’m right about you. You do have a big ass dick.”

Ozzie draws me back toward him by the throat. We come together in a firm kiss as he nips at my lips and shows he has no problem handling me. He grabs my hand and brings it to his bulging crotch. I squeeze him in my grip, his hand wrapped around mine. He feels so good to touch, even if it’s through the fabric of his pants.

I just know I was right—Ozzie does have a big dick.

“What do you think, fed?” he asks, crushing my hand within his. Effectively forcing me to crushhim.

It’s just a reminder how hard he already is. How he has no problem making good on my request.

“I think…” I whisper, feeling breathless. We kiss again, more leisurely, lips warm and moist. “I think I was right. Which means I want your dick in my mouth.”

“Yeah?”

Ozzie drags his lips across mine, traveling to my jaw. His hand on my throat, he applies some light pressure and then swipes at my pulse point with his tongue.

I shudder against him and breathe. “Fuck yes.”

“Get on your knees.”

I’m thrown by the sudden command. The lack of humor in his tone. The dominant edge that’s taken over.

He’s not asking. He’s telling.

I’m… strangely drawn. I’m obeying, dropping to my knees and reaching for the buckle on his pants.

He cups the back of my head as I free him and pull his dick into my grasp.

Ozzie’s dick is thick and curved with a pulsing vein that runs the entire length, and makes me want to chart it with my tongue.

I suck his head between my lips and twist my hand up and down his shaft. The salt of his precum bursts across my taste buds. It coats my tongue as I lick at the most sensitive part of his head.

I tease him ’til his breathing’s heavier, then release his dick from my mouth with a pop.

Peering up into his eyes as he watches me suck him off, I swipe my tongue across the gloss covering my lips. My saliva and beads of his precum.

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” I tell him. “I want to choke on your dick.”

I’ve never said these words before. I’ve never looked a man in the eye and told him these things.

Talking during sex always seemed like a waste of time. I was more concerned with getting through it as fast as possible. Reaching that relief I needed and then going on about my day.

Even when I have sucked dick, it was always matter-of-fact. It was about getting off rather than the experience.

But as I look up at Ozzie, then suck his dick into my mouth, I realize it’s the moment I’ve been missing. It’s the heat in the air and how it flushes my skin. The tension that rises until it’s unbearable and something has to give. The hunger that makes me want his dick down my throat ’til I’m gagging, then his dick even deeper in my pussy.

I want the struggle to reach this moment. I want the thrill of giving into it.

“Then get started,” Ozzie orders. “Show me what that mouth does.”

My pulse races, throbbing everywhere. My heart and skull. The beat between my thighs.

I use both hands and mouth to make Ozzie groan and grip the back of my head harder. He pushes me back down on his length, taking him deep down my throat. My muscles work to relax enough, massaging his hot silken dick. He holds me down ’til I’m losing air and the edges of my vision darken, then rips me up to breathe again.

I’m coughing, saliva dripping, eyes watering. Lips parted, I peer up at him still out of stubbornness. Still out of some urge to show him I can handle it.

Ozzie grins down at me and thumbs my wet lip.

Then he’s pushing me down again. I’m taking as much as of him as I can before I’m gagging and he’s bringing me up for air. He’s thrusting back into my mouth and I’m rubbing my tongue along his vein.

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