His powerful voice resonated in her ears. He coaxed her, “Come on baby girl, suck my cock. You know you want to, you know it is what you need.”
The room around them was sparsely decorated and dominated by a large wrought iron bed with a thick burgundy duvet. He stood naked before her, a soft black towel at his feet. His body still glistened from his shower. The rivulets of water still running from his raven hair over his broad chest down his stomach to the nest of hair around his rapidly hardening cock. He reached to stroke her hair, his azure eyes meeting hers, a lighter shade of the same color. She was kneeling before him her ass resting on her heels, a soft pleading look in her eyes. His hands tangled in her cherry tresses pulling her mouth closer to him. She tried to pull her head back with a gentle whimper and his grip tightened for a moment then released her.
He looked sternly at her. He could read her like an open book. Her breasts shivered under her over sized flannel shirt, unbuttoned just enough to show the subtle tremors he was evoking in her. He patted her cheek drawing a finger lightly across her lips. “ A little shy tonight, baby girl?” he asked, then chuckled. He moved his hand to his cock and began to stroke it. “Do you see what you do to me?” he asked and she nodded then turned her eyes downward. His right hand still around his engorged cock his left went to her chin to pull her eyes back up to his. “Look at me while I am stroking it, don’t look away again” he instructed firmly. “I want you to see me. See how hard you make me? You may be resisting now, but I know you want it, need it, crave it.”
The first drops of precum become visible and she drew her tongue across her lips. He smiled at that simple action, knowing she was breaking. His grip tightened and the muscles in his well-developed forearm and wrist became more prominent. His teeth pulled in his lower lip chewing on it lightly. Her lips, naturally ruby, were calling to him.