“I see. You’re gonna play hard to get now, is that it?”
“Well things didn’t work out so hot when I took charge.”
“I can solve that problem.”
Lukus rolled, quickly lifting Tiffany’s arms above her head. “Hold onto the headboard rails, baby. Don’t let go.”
He added another pillow under her head, lifting her face to a forty-five degree angle from the bed. Moving to the head of the bed, he swung his leg over Tiffany’s body in a way that put his cock right in front of her mouth. He looked down, his eyes locking with Tiffany’s own lust-filled gaze as he held onto the headboard himself to keep from putting too much weight on her. He liked that this position put him in complete control over not only the tempo, but also the depth of his thrusts into Tiffany’s waiting mouth.
Placing the tip of his cock against her lips, Lukus coaxed her. “Open up, baby.”
She opened her mouth slightly, sticking her tongue out to tentatively lick his dick. He allowed her time to become accustomed to the position before pushing forward, forcing several inches of expanding flesh into her warm mouth. She hadn’t taken her eyes off his and once again, he could see the emotions racing across her face.
Several minutes went by with Lukus slowly… gently… playing with Tiff, allowing her plenty of time to lick and suck while he enjoyed the slow build up. The growing intimacy between them was working its magic to connect them in ways much more profound than skin deep. There was something special about staring into the eyes of this amazing woman as she had his cock in her mouth. It shook a deep, dormant place awake inside Lukus. He’d had dozens of women perform this very same act on him over the years, but not once had it felt like this. In the past, it’d always been about two things—dominance and sexual release. Today, there was an important third ingredient added to the mix; it was the unfamiliar emotional connection to Tiff that was making it extraordinary.
Her eyes broadcasted when she was ready for more. He began to push farther with each thrust, holding himself deeper inside her mouth and waiting longer after each pass before pulling out. Lukus watched her reactions carefully. He was trying to gauge her comfort level, looking for the moment where she’d panic because she couldn’t breathe freely or when she began to gag on his tool. Lukus’s job as a Dom was to push her just past that line.
When Tiff closed her eyes, he quickly corrected her. “Open. Always open, baby.”
Tiff immediately complied. Her pupils flared at his command. Her submissive expression gave an addictive rush to the Dom. He needed more. “That’s it. You need to trust me now. I’m gonna push you, but know I’ll never hurt you.”
She couldn’t talk with her mouth full, but he saw her trust in him shining in her eyes as he pressed deeper, holding longer. The gagging sounds as she struggled to take him deeper and deeper was like an aphrodisiac for Lukus. He pulled out, allowing her to take a deep, gasping breath and was further excited by the string of drool he saw keeping his cock connected to her mouth. A sudden surge of power overcame him as he thrust forward again, pressing deeper into her tight throat.
“Good girl. Swallow me, deeper.” Her eyes were watering, serving to only enhance her vulnerability before him. He watched the stray tear trek down her cheek as he reached down with his left hand to gently stroke her sex-mussed hair, his intimacy in direct contrast to the deep-throat fucking he was giving her. After letting her take another gasping breath, Lukus held the back of Tiff’s head with his next strong insertion, holding her face immobile—unable to pull away from the thick intrusion invading her throat. Panic flared in her eyes as he pressed deeper.
“It’s okay. Breathe through your nose. I’ve got you.”
He heard her following his direction and could see the panic receding from her eyes as she received the precious air. The panic was replaced with a pleased satisfaction that she was able to follow his direction. She swallowed and the squeezing of his cock in her tight throat almost pushed him over the edge. He hated he was already getting close to shooting his wad. He wanted to make this last for hours. The gurgling noises Tiff was making as she struggled to accommodate his shaft and the copious drool being produced pushed him even closer to coming.
In an attempt to stave off the inevitable, Lukus pulled out to give her another long breath. The long strings of drool now spilling out on her chin painted the most exquisite picture of submission for the Dom. His control was slipping. His dominance was flaring. The two fused into action. He quickly resumed fucking her mouth deeper and faster than before, setting a punishing pace. The panic was returning to her eyes and he immediately backed it off.
Dammit, Mitchell, get control. You’re gonna scare the shit out of her. There’s plenty of time. Slow it down.
As he resumed a slower, shallower pace, he could see annoyance had replaced fear in her eyes. For the first time, she let go of the railings to push him away.
After gasping for air, Tiff panted out at him in a huff. “Don’t slow down. I trust you, Lukus.”
His relief and pride surged forward. “‘Sir.’ When I’m face fucking you, dominating you, I’m Sir. I’ll be Lukus again after I come.”
Tiffany’s playful grin told him she understood the rules to the game. Still, her reply was soft, tentative, as if she were trying it out to see how it sounded.
“Yes, Sir.” She nailed it.
“Oh fuck, yeah. That’s my girl. Now take it deep.” He didn’t need to tell Tiff to hold onto the rails again. She took the submissive position naturally. He felt her anticipation of what was to come as he began to push her harder and faster, each stroke deeper and longer until she was struggling beautifully to take the punishing pace. Her eyes flared with pride as she kept up with his every thrust, meeting him stroke for stroke.
“I’m so close. I’m gonna shoot my cum deep in your throat Tiff and you’re going to swallow every single drop, do you hear me? If I tell you to show, you’ll stop swallowing and open your mouth and show me my cum that’s washing your mouth, waiting to slide down your throat. I want to watch you slurp up every single drop. You think you can do that, baby?”
His answer came in the form of her attempting to answer with his dick shoved in her throat. It resulted in the most heavenly gurgling vibrations that finally pushed him over the cliff into a powerful orgasm. He let the first two strong ropes of cum spurt out, depositing them deep down her throat. It felt so good, he had to force himself to pull out slightly to place the next two spurts into her waiting, warm mouth. He could see her struggling with the load and tested her.
“Show.”
For some adorable reason, Tiff decided now was when she was going to get shy. After all of the intense things they’d done together, he watched as she turned a cute shade of pink, blushing as she opened her mouth tentatively, sticking her spunk-covered tongue out slightly. There was still enough there, it was starting to drip down her chin as she held her mouth open, perfectly submissive.
Damn, she’s perfect. I’m in so much trouble here.
“Swallow.” After she managed to get down all in her mouth, Lukus seductively used his finger to scoop up the drops threatening to get away as they dribbled down her chin. He placed his cum-filled finger on her lips and she opened, giving him entry to deposit the remaining load in her mouth, forcing her to suck his fingers clean. Once done, she began to let go of the rails.