He angles my face up and stares into my eyes.

“Just like that.” Aden keeps his hand in my hair and uses the other to unzip his pants. He pulls out his cock, which is already hard and heavy and leaking at the tip. He wraps his fist around it and strokes, letting out short breaths as he watches my face. I keep my lips parted and wait.

“This is what you need me for,” he says, almost to himself.

His hand flexes in my hair, he doesn’t let go. He steps closer and drags the head of his cock over my lips. I let out a soft moan.

“You like it, don’t you? Getting put on your knees.”

I stick my tongue out and lick up some of his pre-come. Aden swirls the head on my tongue with a groan. My heart batters in my chest. Loving how he takes control.

“Fuck. You feel so damn good.” He grinds into my tongue harder, the movement making a slippery, wet sound, then pulls back with a frustrated sound. “Fuck.”

With my hands on his thighs, I hollow my cheeks and suck. I pull back letting his cock make a pop sound and leave my mouth open so he can throat fuck me.

He thrusts in slower, and I gag again. He groans, louder, and my body gets hotter. There’s nothing like hearing those sounds from a man. There’s nothing like hearing them from Aden.

With a needy grunt, he rolls his hips and begins fucking my throat with steady thrusts. All the while I can feel myself getting hotter and wetter. Ready for what he does next.

I make a noise around his cock. He groans again, his pleasure vibrating in my mouth. He likes when I do that—likes it a lot—so I hum some more like there’s more I want to tell him. Aden grunts, his thrusts getting slower. His cock fills up my mouth, and my throat, pushing deeper and deeper one hand still in my hair.

“Fuck.” When he speaks, his tone is softer. Almost with reverence.

I moan around his cock, encouraging him.

On his next thrust, I swallow him deep, then keep him where he is so I can lick his shaft and suck. More salty pre-come coats my tongue. Tears run down my cheeks from how hard I’m working to suck him off and from the head of his cock meeting the back of my throat over and over again.

The longer I stay on my knees, the needier I feel until I’m practically squirming. I want more, and Aden is always ready to give me more. He knows I need this.

I need him to fuck me.

He pulls out, and I gasp in a breath of air, then a second one. My chest heaving and every nerve ending on my body lit aflame with need.