You must worship this cock tonight.
When you kneel before it, when it is shoved in your throat, it must become your world. I did not spend so much time making you mine, training you from nothing, to have you struggle with this. You give excellent head, but that is not what this about. But since you seem to be struggling with the distinction between a wonderful, deep experience and getting some guy off—you're going to have to be taught.
My cock is a gift and you are lucky to receive it. To feel my hands on your shoulders, guiding you down with a gentle push. Look me in the eyes--always in the eyes--unless I tell you not to. I want to see them sparkle, shutter and tear up. I want you to use your eyes to tell me everything I need to know while having this power over you. When two people know each other as well as we do, a look will say everything that needs to be said.
Put your hands on my jeans and slide them across my legs, my thighs. I know you're a greedy little slut for the main course, and I'm eager to feed you, but this an exercise in patience. Do you understand that? Do you know the power you hold at this moment as you are on your knees? Don't waste it ever again. Rake your fingers over my denim covered thighs, press your palms into my thighs. Brush you hands up and down and tease me in ways I cannot readily anticipate. And just when I think I can't take it anymore undo the fly and pull the zipper down.
And unwrap your gift.
Inhale. Breath in that scent that only I offer you as you pry the pants off me. Do it quickly because this is where I have to strain to not grab your hair. The sudden realization that this is happening is reinforced by the cold air hitting me, the eagerness of confined movements. So bring the jeans to my ankles and, because you know it is exquisite torture, take your time with my skin.
Yes, I'm well aware I just told you to hurry up, but that's all impulse and for some other time. Tonight, tease me. Stroke the inside of my thighs before raking your fingers up and down them. Tug meaningfully on my underwear before planting a hot kiss on my cock through the fabric. Let me feel your lips and breath. Go ahead, give my ass a little squeeze as you moan. Let me know you want it.
Suck on it. Run your fingers between the elastic band and my flesh. You can do what you want here as long as it's enthusiastic. Dig those fingers into my ass or give it a little spank. Rip my boxers off so quick I can't withhold the moan. Fake me out and tug them down half an inch before stopping, teasing me again..
Just put everything you have into it. This is the ego-stroking portion of tonight's activity, before we get to the main course. Whatever I know about you, whatever complications arise, every fear and issue I have; they have all vanished in a puff of smoke when you do this.
No pressure.
Now stop teasing me. Let me kick out of the shackles around my feet so you may worship. Move your hands in unpredictable patterns over my chest, my back, my ass. Show me you love the whole of me as you bring your mouth in closer and closer. Let me feel that breath right on me. Make me shutter and gasp.
I know you want me in your mouth, and I appreciate the patience you've exhibited tonight, but my body is an orchestra. Play it and force me to make music for you. Bring down my stoic shield in this moment as you take absolute power away from me with a gentle kiss to my pelvis. Give it a little nibble. Now give me a bite, wherever you please.
Use that mouth. It's still not time for the feast, but that shouldn't stop you from biting me, shaving me with your teeth. I want licks and kisses all over the front, lower half of my body. Move rapidly, and decisively. Move just like I do when I'm forcing you down for a harsh fuck; without hesitation or mercy.
When you feel my hands on the back of your head, or running through your hair, keep going. I'm not steering this ship just yet. After all, if I really just wanted to take your throat I'd have made that known. Now keep up the interest, the little teases and loving pressure. Stroke that ego, slut.
No hands between your thighs. Not tonight. Keep them on me, keep the focus as you look me in the eyes and make little circles around me, kissing and stroking as you go. Do you see it? Do you see my cock throbbing as I grit my teeth and lock my lower jaw? It's because you're driving me crazier than I anticipated. You're showing me how much you want me.
Now suck.
Open your mouth and take in just the tip of it. Suck hard. Harder than you ever have before. Inhale to the deepest parts of your diaphragm and tighten those lips around the tip of me. You have no idea how much this hurts, how good it feels and how it makes me present, here, in this moment with you.
After all the teasing and everything else that made me feel like a God; you're now the only thing in my world. I couldn't tell you the time or the day of the week and -- if you did it right -- I wouldn't even remember your name.
Feel my hands tighten through your hair. No, I'm not going to shove myself down your throat. Not yet, anyway. I'm just losing my ability to sit there and take it. This is a good sign. Start slurping my cock down your mouth with little pulls of your lips.
Let me climb into you at your own pace as you drink me down your throat. Stop, when it feels comfortable, and give me a little lick. Bring your hands up and tickle my balls or take your fingers and jab them like little knives into my ass. I warn you, though, you should only do that if you want me to shove a few inches into you at once.
Start bobbing. Show me that you want to please me above anything else. Keep that neck stiff and strong as you move, back and forth, over my cock. Mouth open wide, throat opening up. I don't really care if you can fit the whole of me easily down, give it a little effort. You don't need to gag for me, just strain as you work me, fidget with those motions until you're taking as much of me down as you can.
