I panted, my mouth open for Danner to sink his cock into and he did, straight to the back of my mouth and then with only a brief hesitation, enough for me to prepare, down my throat.
“That’s it,” he encouraged me, his voice guttural. “Take all of that thick cock down your throat.”
He pulled out, let me circle his plump head with my tongue and lap up the delicious salty precum there before his hand clenched in my hair and he pulled me down again, this time without stopping until my lips hit his lightly furred groin.
I loved the ache of it, the fight to keep him down and hold him tight. My eyes watered, tears dripping down my cheeks and I loved that too because he’d see me struggle and know I was being a good girl.
Out again, tongue swirling like I was licking an ice cream cone only his cock was infinitely more delicious.
In. Down my throat smoother now, fucking my face with a steady rhythm, my hand on his thighs not pushing him away but clawing at him, desperate for him to move faster, use me harder.
The next thrust, one of his hands pressed tight to my throat so he could feel the swell of his cock there and we groaned simultaneously at the sensation.
“Look up at me.”
He pulled out enough that I could suck on his tip while I tilted my head to look up into his stern, handsome face. He looked like a God standing above me, demanding my worship, wonderfully unimpressed with my prostration.
His thumb swiped away one of my tears and went to his mouth so he could suck it away. I trembled.
“Work harder and I may let you come tonight.”
The thrill of the challenge scorched through me like a lightning strike. My body buzzed and burned with electricity, with the power he’d gifted me to work him over as I wanted. I brought the hand at my pussy to his steel shaft and twisted, tugging up towards my sucking mouth, my tongue flat against the sensitive underside of his head, my other hand at his balls, tugging gently down.
He hissed and the sound was oratory gold.
I fucked his cock with my mouth, laying waste to his reserve until his hands were in my hair, clenched and pulling me forward and back against his thrusting hips. My mouth made obscene wet sounds as I slurped and drooled over the thick, veined length of him.
“Open your mouth and keep it open wide for me,” he ordered suddenly, his fist tight around his dark, angry red cock. “Hands behind your back.”
I moved my hands and opened my mouth before I could even consciously rationalize his request.
“I’m going to use you to come, but you worked hard so you get a choice. Do you want my cum in your mouth or on your gorgeous face and breasts?” he asked as he slowly pulled that tight fist over the pulsing length of himself, twisting his grip over the head in a way that made his legs quake slightly.
My inner thighs were soaked to the knee with wet, a separate pulse in my clit that beat even faster than my overworked heart. I wanted his cock back in my mouth. I felt delirious with the loss of it, rabid with the desire to taste it again, but I was torn by his question.
I wanted his cum on my tongue, to know I’d pleased him in the most obvious way by having the evidence of it between my lips.
But I wanted it on me, searing hot and wet on my skin, because I was a wild thing and the animal in me wanted to wear his smell, reveal in his ownership.
So, I said the only thing I could. “I want you to come wherever you want to.”
Danner’s eyes dilatated until his eyes were black pools revealing the darkness he tried to keep hidden inside him.
Now, he wasn’t hiding.
Now, he was made of iniquity and built for temptation, a sinner ready to debauch his ultimate craving.
Me.
He pushed me down so I sat on my ass and with his hand still gripping the base of his cock, he straddled my knees, put a hand in my hair and thrust.
Again and again into my open, hungry mouth.
My body hummed with power each time he groaned, every time he sunk his cock into my mouth and I knew I was bringing him pleasure.
“Good fucking girl,” he groaned, his thrust erratic, his breath fast through his chest. “Now hold still and take my cum.”
I didn’t close my eyes as he stepped back slightly, jerked his cock hard and started coming into my mouth. His face was tortured, pink mouth open, eyes crushed closed, his hair sweaty and hanging golden in his face, so beautiful I couldn’t breathe. His boxed abs clenched and unclenched, a bead of sweat rolling through his treasure trail down over the base of his straining cock as he worked it, pumping his seed over my lips and cheeks, bursting across my reaching tongue.
The taste of him was ambrosia, a gift from the god-like man I’d been love with for forever.
I closed my eyes, licked the residue from my lips and hummed. When I looked up at Danner his face was soft with satisfaction, but when he spoke his voice was still mechanic with purpose. “Ready for more, Rosie?”
My entire body shuddered and I smiled up at him. “With you? Always.”
I squealed when he rolled off the bed, tagged my ankle to drag me closer and then hefted me onto his shoulder as if I was a little thing and not four inches shorter than his six foot two.
“Lion!” I cried out through my laughter as he slapped my ass and took us towards the bathroom. He dumped me in the shower then cranked it on to cold.
“Fuck you!” I screeched at him as he laughed, safely out of the spray.
He grinned at me and it hit me harder than the cold spray that I’d never seen him happier. “You looked like you needed cooling off.”
It took seeing it written in his face bold and bright as graffiti to make me realize that it was true for me too. I could feel the levity of my heart, warm and comfortable in my chest for the first time in my life, as if it was wrapped in felt.
“And you look dirty, Danner,” I said with a beaming smile that made him blink. I jerked forward to grab his flaccid dick and force him to walk forward into the spray. “Why don’t you let me clean you up?”
Later, after we’d showered, after Danner made me ride his face to three orgasms, his fingers in my pussy and my ass so that I fucked back against them every time I bucked my hips, after Hero had jumped up on the bed so he was pressed against me on one side and Danner the other, Danner took me in his arms and laid it out for me.
“Need you to understand something for me,” he murmured, his voice gentle but his tone firm in a way that I knew his words were going to hurt me. “I get that you’re a wild thing and fuck me, but I love that about you. Got no desire to tame you anywhere but in the bedroom and even there, I’m willing to fight for it. But I need you to recognize that every time you put yourself in danger is a time that I’m either going to join you there or be unable to get to you despite my best efforts. If something happens to you ’cause I wasn’t there to protect you, you’re condemning me to a life of disability. I don’t mean physically, Rosie, what I mean is, if you die, I’ll go on breathing, but I won’t go on livin’ ’cause the most beautiful part of my life would have ceased to exist.”
He squeezed me gently as I burrowed into the crook of his neck, trying to hide from the beauty and pain of his words. But he wouldn’t let me. He was everywhere, his body wrapped around me, a section of his lion’s heart entwined with mine, his phantom touch in my pussy. I couldn’t escape the terrifying fact that what he said was very, very true.