Wicked Lessons

by Siggy Shade

When she raises her gaze, her pretty eyes glisten. “Good girl,” I mutter. “You’re taking my cock so well.” She breathes loud and hard as tears slide down the side of her face. “You remember what to do if you’re struggling?” I say. She nods. I use her mouth and throat like she’s my own personal fucktoy, all the while fixing my gaze on her eyes. Her fingers tighten around my thighs, but as long as she doesn’t tap, I’m not slowing. Saliva streams down the sides of her lips as she completely loses control. I piston in and out of her mouth, shuddering each time she swallows. It’s the only thing she’s capable of in this state—that, and gripping onto me for balance. “Don’t move,” I say, even though the words are redundant. Phoenix and I will be locked in position until I’m satisfied. One of her hands leaves my hip. My jaw tightens as I wait for her to indicate she’s had enough. Instead of tapping, she cups my balls and squeezes. Fucking. Hell.