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For a moment, she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Get out of your head. Focus on your Dom’s request—on pleasing me.”
Because she didn’t move fast enough, he captured her shoulders and guided her to where he wanted her.
“Why is my dick not already in your mouth?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied helplessly, miserably.
Instead of making a mental list of all the reasons this wasn’t possible, she allowed his instructions to roll around in her mind.
“Sasha…”
At the warning note in his voice, she licked a drop of pre-cum from his slit.
“Nice. But that’s not what I asked.”
She looked up to find him gazing at her with a mixture of determination and appreciation.
“Open your mouth and take my cock like a good little submissive.”
He was asking the impossible.
Without another word, he captured her nipples and quickly pinched them.
The shock distracted her, and she opened her mouth wider in protest. He took the opportunity to press his cockhead inside.
“Let me in.”
Having no option other than obedience, she closed her eyes and turned herself over to the experience.
Gregorio captured the back of her head, holding her imprisoned as he fucked her mouth, going deeper and deeper, making her choke and gasp.
“That’s it. Be my good girl.” His voice was soothing as he brushed the shell of one of her ears with this thumbpad. “Take me.”
He was holding her tenderly, offering constant praise, and she was no longer fighting for air. Without her knowing how, she was in sync with him. There was nothing but Gregorio, their need for each other, and profound sense of satisfaction in her.
As he continued, she felt the change in him. His cock became thicker, harder, and his breathing became shallower.
Suddenly, he fisted her hair and tugged back her head.
As he withdrew his cock, he left her breathless and confused.
“Sir?” She tipped her head to one side.
“Not yet.”
“But…”
“Denial is good for the soul.”
She wasn’t convinced about that.
But his actions were decisive as he pulled up his jeans and stuffed his damp cock back into place.
How he didn’t catch himself on the zipper, she had no idea.
He crouched in front of her and swiped his fingertips across her lips to dry them.