Page 21 of Bred Mate
He makes a groan of pleasure as his cock slides between my lips, the underside running over my tongue. I taste his pre-cum, the salty tang of his desire and the promise of a much bigger load to come.
He fucks my mouth a few times, holding the back of my head, keeping me in place, on my knees as he uses me.
“Good girl. You’re going to let me fuck this little mouth of yours and you’re not going to…”
My jaw was already tightening when he started to lecture me.
“Bite,” he says. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
But I always fucking dare. My teeth come down—not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to remind him that he’s sticking his dick in the wrong hole of a very wild thing.
“Bad girl,” he says, grabbing me harder by the back of the neck, fingers like pincers as he draws me off his cock. It comes out wet and hard and gleaming, two little indentations from my top teeth visible on his shaft. “You just can’t behave yourself, can you?” He sounds a little incredulous.
I shake my head, trying not to laugh in his face.
“There are tools to make you keep your mouth open. Is that what you want me to use? You want a ring gag put in every time I want to use you?”
“No,” I whimper.
“You want me to pin you down, whip your ass red, then make it so you can’t speak or move, and all you can do is take my cock down your throat?”
He pulls me up against his body and smacks my ass with his free hand hard enough to make me yelp involuntarily. “Is that what you want? Want me to break you on my cock?”
“No,” I moan, my pussy getting so fucking wet. I don’t want what he’s suggesting. Not even a little bit. I am blushing brutally hot just imagining the level of humiliation.
“Then you’re going to get back down on your knees, and you’re going to suck my cock like a good girl,” he says, his voice rough yet quiet.
I don’t fucking think so.
“Be a good girl for me,” he purrs. “Don’t make me hurt you, baby. Let me show you how good it can feel to let someone else take charge of you for once.”
He slides his hand back into my hair and draws me down again. All I have to do is follow his lead and his energy. Obedience is easier than making decisions, and it’s easier than fighting.
“Such a good girl,” he croons, his voice uncharacteristically soft and yet rough. “You’re being so good for me.”
I am on my knees. One of his hands remains in my hair. The other moves around to cup my chin. His thumb sits lightly on my lower lip and gently hinges my mouth open. I let him do it. I am caught in some kind of spell, curious and soft and aroused and trying something different once. I leave my lips parted as his hand moves to the thick rod of his erect cock and he slowly guides it to my lips.
The feeling that sweeps through my body when his cock slides into my mouth is like no other, a full body shiver of submissive delight made all the more intense for how hard I fought it.
He looks down at me, his one good eye seeing more of me than most men ever manage to see me. He keeps me in place and pumps his cock between my lips, ensuring I take the full length of him all the way to the back of my throat.
He fucks my mouth slowly, deeply, and with his eyes locked on mine with so much intensity I can feel my body tingling and reacting just to his expression. I thought I would hate this. I thought it would be nothing but a rough humiliation. But he is being surprisingly tender and completely dominant and I am starting to understand what it feels like to just relax and let him take his pleasure.
“You feel so good,” he says softly as his cock slides out almost all the way, then surges back inside in a long, slow stroke. “You’re making me feel so good, baby. You’re being so good.”
Karl never praises anyone. I’ve seen him being rough, violent, terrible, cruel—awful in myriad ways. It’s mad that this is the time he has felt the most tender and the most loving, forcing me onto my knees and using my mouth.
He starts fucking a little faster, keeping that hand in my hair and ensuring I don’t move out of place as he gets closer and closer to climax. I find my hand sliding down between my thighs, my fingers finding the sensitive little bud of my already fucked pussy and play with myself.
“Yes, touch yourself,” he encourages me. “Suck my cock and rub your greedy little clit.”
I can hear the tension in his voice as he tries to hold back from knotting.
When he can no longer hold his body in check, he pulls free, fists his cock above the swelling knot, and comes on my body, spreading his hot seed across my chest in spurts and ropes of release.
He keeps me there for a few minutes after, just holding me as he catches his breath and comes back to his senses. He drops his head down to mine and kisses me deeply, then stands back up, his mind back online after his orgasm.
“You might have been running this little outfit for a while, but you are not in charge of me, do you understand?”
