He fists my hair into a ponytail and sets a gentle pace. I’m panting, relishing the loss of control. It’s like he’s using me to get off. I like it. It’s exhilarating. “How’s this?” he asks. Needing more, I move my head side to side, trying to push him deeper. I want all of him. I relax and turn my hands into fists and swallow him farther than I ever have. His piercings firmly press into my tongue and feel foreign at the back of my throat.
