Dain started relaxing away from trying to hold himself still, his second hand going to my head as he started asking for a faster pace with the pressure of his fingers and with small bucking movements of his hips. I hummed my pleasure for him around his shaft, making him voice a sharp cry of pleasure, and redoubled my efforts to swallow him, letting his cock into the back of my throat, every stroke pressing him up against the gag reflex I refused to allow to engage. My pussy clenched as he flexed again in my grip, Dain letting out a low groan that I recognized as him being on the edge of orgasm. Oh, he liked this, did he? I was going to turn him into a fucking mess.

I breathed through my nose, taking a deep inhale, then tilted my chin up, stuck my tongue out, opened my throat like I was yawning, and sank onto him with purpose. Dain made a shuddering cry as automatic tears sprang into my eyes from the sensation of having his thick shaft filling my throat. I swallowed instead of gagging, using the force of my tongue and throat to massage his length, and started moving again.

Claws dug against my scalp and his balls drew tight up against his body in my hand as I claimed his body. Two strokes deep in my throat, then pulling back to exhale or inhale, then swallowing him again, a little deeper each time. Dain started moving like he couldn't help it, his hips driving himself into my mouth while he voiced his pleasure with every panting breath. I could feel him getting closer to the point of no return, his body tensing and his cock growing even harder against my tongue.

"Leah—" he gasped. "I'm going to come, I can't—"

Oh, hell yes. I sucked in a breath through my nose and slid him deep into my throat, pressing up against his sweet spot with my fingers as I swallowed around him, over and over again. Dain cried out, halfway between a moan and a yell. His hips bucked of their own accord as he came, his hands holding me in place as he forced himself deeper into my throat, pulsing against my tongue as I swallowed every last drop of come.

Dain's grip on my hair slackened and I pulled back, letting go of him and sitting back to pant for air. I wiped at my watering eyes as Dain leaned back against the wall and slid down to the ground, tilting his head back and breathing hard.

I grinned at him, quite pleased with myself. "Have fun?" I asked, in my perkiest voice.