Wicked Lessons

by Siggy Shade

“You’re sucking my cock so beautifully,” I say. “Just like I knew you would.” The possessive part of me wants to demand where she learned to suck cock with such dexterity and skill. The rest of me tells that part of my mind to fuck off and enjoy the ride. “Such an eager little slut.” I let her continue like this, and test her reactions with filthy words of encouragement. Contrary to what she said earlier, degradation doesn’t make her falter. “Look at you, sucking your professor like a well-practiced pro. Are you trying to get an A?” Phoenix makes an enthusiastic sound that vibrates over my cockhead. The fingers of one hand run back and forth along my inner thigh and the other massages my balls. She’s everywhere—around my cock, my sac, in my mind. I’m fucking losing myself to her. My back arches like the grip of a bow, and every nerve in my body pulls taut. I’m no longer in control of my own pleasure. At any moment, she’ll speed up, and I’ll shoot my ego down her throat. This blowjob has become a battle of wills, with Phoenix determined to make me climax at her command. I tighten my hold in her hair until she makes a pained sound, but even that vibrates along my cock and pushes me toward a climax. Fuck. She’s even better than I’d imagined. My grip strengthens, until she glares up at me, her eyes pained. “That’s it,” I say from between clenched teeth because even my vocal cords tremble. “Now, let’s test your gag reflex.”