At my mercy. Needing it, as much as I have for fucking years.

I’ve sucked a few dicks before, but it’s never been like this. I’ve never wanted someone to just live in my throat before.

My hips push some more, the friction on my cock, and my nuts, driving me absolutely wild. I continue to suck him, deep, worshipping his long dick with my lips, drawing out more of those salacious noises I’ve been dreaming about for so long.

The thing is, though… these ones are different. There’s something about them that’s registering in my head.

Less echo, more presence. Vibration in his body when he whispers, “Baby, I’m… I’m gonna come. You’re gonna make me come so soon.”

I let out my own hum on his dick, tonguing it with fervor, taking him as deep as I possibly can until I’m so dizzy I can barely hold myself up.

A sudden spark of pain brings my eyes up. He’s yanking at my hair, hard. Chewing on his bottom lip, eyes black like coal, the wide wall of muscle that is his chest pumping through heavy breaths.

This is real.

This is fucking real.

My lashes flutter, my balls spin out. And I fucking come.

Whimpering on his stiff flesh while my dick shoots off in my pants, I find myself gripping his thighs, digging my fingertips into the muscle. As hard as he’s gripping my hair.

Then he shoves his dick so deep into my throat, I have tears running from my eyes as he growls, “Fuck… yessss.”

An explosion of thick, salty liquid hits, pulsing onto the back of my tongue and all in my mouth. It keeps the high of my own orgasm going for what feels like hours while I drink him down, sipping his flavor like the eggnog from earlier…

On this couch. Right fucking here.

When I’m done eating his load, I pull my mouth off his many inches, head spiraling like a top.

I’m fucking lost. There’s no way that could have really just happened, but… it did.

I can taste him on my tongue. Feel him panting, and hear it, ringing through the room.

Glancing up at him, we lock eyes for several generous seconds of awkward, puzzled and blissful silence.

I blink.

He blinks.

We both blink.

His fingers finally release my hair, swiping the line of my jaw. Then they trail over my lower lip, brushing it in bewilderment that’s palpable.

The calm in this moment, however, dissipates fast. And then I witness a rage grow on his face. Guilt and shame and… disgust.

Yea… It was definitely real.

Those feelings are all too familiar to me. Except I’ve only ever felt them in myself. Having them mirrored back to me on his face is… not fun.

So I choose to hide.

I cower, zipping my eyes shut tight and curling up into a ball, pretending to fall back asleep. I’m not even really pretending as much as I’m wishing for it.