The fingers, Aaden's by the scent, pressed into my jaw, and he said, "Open it.The fingers, Aaden's by the scent, pressed into my jaw, and he said, "Open it." I resisted. He squeezed harder until my jaw ached, and repeated "Open it. Now." I opened my mouth, waiting. I could feel him approaching, smell his crotch, the familiar sweet smell, and I felt the head of his cock play over my lips. I pursed my lips to kiss him, and he pulled away. "See," he said. "You want it." I did. I waited as he played with my blindness, slapping my cheeks gently with his cock, teasing. He would pull away, then slowly slide the head of his cock against my cheek or up my chin. "Bastard," I gasped. "Ahh, you're too anxious. You don't think I could give this to you so easily, do you? You have to suffer." He pressed the head against my lips, and I opened my mouth to let him. He was huge, described at the Hex if I recall as "two soda cans place one atop the other." Maybe not, but it was close. The head slid past my lips, and I couldn't help but scrape teeth along it, he was so damn large. My tongue was pressed flat against the floor of my mouth, but I did my best, drawing my lips around his cock, feeling the velvet soft head and the slight ridge that ran the underside. I concentrated on his cock, trying to please him. I felt his hand reach up under the hair on the back of my neck and clamp down on a handful. I groaned, possessed. Damnit, who had told him that? Grab my hair properly like that and I'll do anything. He slowly began to rock back and forth, his enormous maleness fucking my mouth. |