Page 132 of Sway's Peace
He used his free one to cover one of hers. They were both still resting on his thighs. “You keep them right here. Got it? If you move these hands, I’m going to stop. But so long as your hands remain right here on my thighs, I’ll keep fucking your throat. Understand?”
It was a way out for her. If his cock was in her mouth, she couldn’t speak, but he wanted her to be able to stop him if he pushed her too far. And the way she gave him a gentle smile as she nodded again told him that he made the right choice.
“That’s my Grace,” he smiled at her, moving her head again. “Breathe when you can. I’ll try to give you the chance as often as I can.”
He wouldn’t hurt her. He never could. But the passion burning in her gaze at the threat that his desire would overpower his good sense made him even more desperate. And with that sorted, he couldn’t wait any longer.
She started to open her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick at his head. But he didn’t care about her attempts to suck and please him. He had one use for her tongue right now, and it was feeling the slippery appending rubbing along the underside of his shaft as he fucked it.
He demonstrated that immediately by using his grip in her hair to shove her head down his shaft, forcing his rings past her lips. Her eyes widened in surprise as he began working her head quickly up and down, fucking her mouth with only the first third of his cock.
But her hands remained right there on his thighs. And her tongue still tried to work around him, to do something. But the only participation he needed from her was each hard fought breath she forced into her lungs before he cut off her air. He didn’t want her to suck his cock, he wanted to fuck her face, and for that, she only needed to take it.
He moved her head quickly, pumping his hips for extra power, but he didn’t shove his way deep immediately. She’d never taken a cock in her throat. He couldn’t be that forceful. Yet. He’d gether there eventually. To a place where he could grab her head whenever he liked and take her as hard and fast as he needed.
But until then, he was going to enjoy training that little throat as long as it took.
As she got accustomed to the first third of his cock, her neck bobbing along with him, she started trying to force him to give her more. And that was his cue to do just that. Pushing himself deeper, one stroke at a time, until the head of his cock was beating at the back of her mouth and she could no longer disguise the wet, gagging, slurping sounds of his invasion.
It must have been tough on her, because her eyes were watering, tears dripping down her stretched cheeks, as drool trailed down her chin. She was having to work around him now to breathe through her nose, and she was shaking.
But her hands were still on his thighs. No longer flat and jerking, she was now grasping at the short feathers that covered his body. Pulling on them. Sharp pain burned his skin as she yanked a few out right at the shaft.
He loved it though.
“That’s my girl,” he praised, his voice low and husky in that way that made her shiver. But it wavered from the feeling of her. The slick heat of her mouth. The hole at the back of her throat just begging his head to continue forward. The wriggling of her helpless tongue, pinned in place by the sheer girth of his member. Even the slight scrape of her teeth that she couldn’t quite prevent with how quickly and forcefully he was using her head.
It was all sovektinggood. It was driving him crazy. He needed to shove the rest of his cock in her throat. He needed to feel all of her wrapped around him.
“Keep pulling my feathers,” he snarled approvingly as he felt some of them snapping under the pressure of her fingers. “I love the pain.”
She made a surprised sound, quickly covered by the pumping of his cock. But she still managed to look up at him, the question clear in her watery eyes.
He smirked. “Yeah. I like it when you hurt me. When I drive you so wild, you start pulling at all my feathers like you’re trying to rip me bald. It makes it better.”
Her grip tightened. Just a bit. Almost cautiously. But when he moaned, driving his cock deeper, slipping into her throat, she really yanked at him.
He backed off immediately, ripping her off entirely so she could cough and sputter. Her body trying to eject the invader. A string of spit trailed between her lip and his cock. She was breathing hard, her lips deep red and swollen from the abuse.
She was so beautiful. And as she got herself back under control, still panting, her lips remained parted, her tongue partly sticking out. Waiting for him to reclaim her mouth.
It was an invitation he gladly accepted, shoving himself back deep. He clutched her head with both hands. Getting a better grip, allowing him more control as he once again began beating at the entrance of her throat. She choked and gagged, but as he backed off and pushed forward, alternating between giving her a break and taking more, she began to get accustomed to it. Herbody adapted to the feeling of him fucking her where a cock was not designed to go.
She was tense, she was shaking, crying, but her hands remained firmly in place. She was even pushing against his grip. Trying to take more.
He gave her what she wanted with one final, hard thrust, slamming her head down. Forcing her right to the base until the tip of her nose was rubbing against the hard flesh of his knob.
He held her here, his entire body shaking. The heat of his impending orgasm churning in the sperm sack hidden in his body. Her throat was gripping him so tight. Spasming as she choked, unable to breathe, trying and failing to eject the foreign object shoved so unceremoniously past the ring of her mouth.
He held her there until he felt her body heaving, reflex overpowering will. He ripped her off then, holding her head as she gasped and choked. She was crying, and she was no longer keeping his gaze. Her eyes were glazed, staring at nothing, as she struggled to catch her breath.
Sway leaned down and licked up her cheek. Tasting the sweet salt of her tears. He groaned, shaking. He kissed her cheek. Then her nose. Then her open lips, running his tongue along the abused skin.
“Perfect,” he praised. “You’re so perfect for me. You okay?”
She made a trembling sound as she nodded.
“You want more?”
