He’d been fighting the urge, trying to hold off, but I made it impossible, and he gave in seconds later. His thrusts resumed, and he pushed deep into my mouth. “I’m gonna . . .” he gasped. “Fuck. Fuck.” I froze in place as his movements became shallow and erratic, and the grip in my hair tightened to the point it was uncomfortable, but that only turned me on more. “Fuck,” he moaned again.
