Jamie’s laugh grows louder. “We’ll have to see about that, sugar. I’m gonna fuck your mouth, remember?”
I do remember. I think I’m going to need another minute, but my clit has other ideas. I’m still so sensitive, so over the edge, but I’m aching between my legs at the thought of Jamie’s hard cock inside my mouth. “I know. I want you to. I want to feel deep in my throat.”
“You’re about to,” he whispers. “But first, open your eyes.”
My eyelids feel like they’re glued shut at first, refusing to obey me, but eventually I manage to crack them open. Jamie’s naked—god only knows when he slipped out of his clothes—and he’s standing between my legs at the end of the bed, still stroking his dick, cupping his balls in his other hand. The hand he’s using to stroke his cock is slick and wet, and the tip of his cock is shining, too, covered in pre-cum. That only ever happens when he’s incredibly turned on—so turned on that he can barely restrain himself as he fucks me. I’ve always had trouble walking afterward when he’s turned on like that. I love that feeling—the soreness that comes from a hard fucking. It reminds me for days how he claimed me, how he worked my body until it was pliable. Until it was his.
“You look like you’re about to do some damage with that thing,” I say, my voice hushed, laced with desire.
Jamie presses his lips together, looking up at me from underneath drawn brows. It’s such a fierce, dangerous look on him that I begin to shake with anticipation.
“You couldn’t be more right,” he tells me. “Just you wait and see. Get up off the bed, Sophia. Come and kneel in front of me.”
I love kneeling for him. Having him towering over me is so sexual; I feel vulnerable, so small, completely at his mercy, which makes my head spin. I get up and coerce my limbs into doing as they’re told so I can sink to my knees in front of him. My lips already feel swollen and pouty from where he’s kissed me, bruised almost, and I know they’re about to be even more so. Jamie steps forward, brushing the tip of his cock over my lips. “Are you ready?” he asks.
I nod, looking up at him, eyes wide and unblinking, knowing how that makes him feel. He shakes his head, muttering something softly, and then he rubs his fingers over my mouth, parting my lips open, sliding his index finger inside.
I suck. I flick my tongue over the end of his finger, and Jamie’s head rocks back, exposing the strong column of muscles in his neck. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Jesus, Soph. Goddamn it.”
I allow myself a small smile. I love having this kind of effect on him. It’s so gratifying, to know that I can bring him to his knees if I really want to. He’s still cupping his balls in his other hand, squeezing and gently massaging; I take over, ducking down a little so I can use my tongue on him there. Jamie sucks in a sharp breath, the muscles in his thighs tightening up, locking, keeping him in place as I run the tip of my tongue over him, wetting him, sucking him into my mouth.
“You have no idea how fucking good that feels,” he pants.
I’m sure I have a fairly solid idea. He did just send me spiraling into oblivion with his mouth a few minutes ago after all. He uses both hands to take hold of my hair, and I tentatively move upward, taking the tip of his hard, rigid length into my mouth. He curses, his hands tightening their grip on my hair. He wants to push all the way into my mouth, his hips thrusting forward a little, but I tease him, pulling back, only allowing another inch of him inside me.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” he groans.
“Mmmhhh.” It’s hard to respond with my mouth full of his dick. Jamie pulls on my hair slightly, angling my head back so I have to look up at him once more. “I’m going to come so hard in your mouth, Sophia. My cock is gonna be so far down your throat, you’re not going to be able to breathe. You want that?”
Back when we started embarking on sexual escapades together, I would have been intimidated by this statement, but not now. I’ve been here before. He’s done exactly what he’s saying he’s going to do now, and not only did I enjoy it, but I wanted more. Maybe that makes me a slut. Maybe that makes me dirty. So be it. I don’t care, either way.
I nod, telling him how badly I want that with my eyes. Jamie’s chest rises and falls quickly as he grows more and more excited. “Good girl.” Still holding onto my hair, he tips my head back even farther and begins to push himself into my mouth. There’s no teasing him now. I can see the look of intent in his eyes, and he wants more than that. He wants everything.
He’s so fucking hard in my mouth. I can taste the pre-come all over his cock, and it drives me crazy. He so goddamn beautiful, so powerful and strong. The deeper he pushes into my mouth, the harder he becomes, until he’s rock solid and throbbing against my tongue, the roof of my mouth, the back of my throat.