As we kiss, I taste my arousal. It coats my tongue, my teeth, my throat. He drinks me in, a hand grasping my breast, the other kneading my ass cheek.
All at once, his hand encloses my wrist and he's leading us toward a black hallway and into an office. He shuts the door with a soft click and turns a dull lamp on. The room, still dark, glows in a soft light. I can just make out the lines of his form--tall, muscular, hard.
His fingers find the button and zipper of his slacks as I kneel.
"Mmm," he groans lowly. "Would you look at that. What a good girl you are, Beautiful."
In this office, away from the bump and pulse of the club music, I can hear his deep voice. It goes straight to my clit.
My tongue wets my lips as I await his cock, but it never comes.
"Beg," he says evenly.
"Please give me your cock," I whisper, unsure.
"Why should I?"
"So I can make you feel good."
"Tell me how, Beautiful."
I can barely see the way his fist glides over his length in the darkened room.
"I want to lick from your balls to the head. Taste your pre-cum. Run my teeth across the underside. Choke on your--"
He presses the head of his cock against my lips, effectively shutting me up. I waste no time grabbing the base and doing the very things I described.
His shaft rests heavily in my palm. It's so thick I can barely wrap my fingers around it. He oozes pre-cum onto my tongue as it swirls around the head. His grunts fill the room louder than the bass of the music.
His right hand takes a handful of my hair and pushes me down on his shaft.
"Show me what you can handle," he says roughly, testing.
His cock head is at my throat before half his shift is fills my mouth. This stranger is long and thick, and I worry both for my throat and my pussy.
"Your little mouth is so fucking sexy. Come on, Beautiful. Take me in. Show me how much you want this dick."
With that, I relax my throat as he pushes past my comfort. My eyes water and burn from the sensation, but I swallow through my reflexes. I gag and cough as his cock chokes me. For a moment I think I might vomit, but he eases down my throat until the short hairs of his pubic area tickle my face.
There's still some of the shaft not in my throat, but he pulls back and lets me breathe. Strings of saliva suspend from his shaft to my mouth before he impales my throat again. This time he doesn't stop.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
In.
Deeper and deeper until I gag and push against his thigh, silently telling him to let me go. He ignores my plea until it's almost too late. My throat swells and my chest tightens. He holds my head as far down as his cock will reach, and then he grunts so loudly it startles me.
"Fuck your mouth is incredible, Beautiful. I'm about to come," he moans.
By this time, his fingers go from gripping my hair to delicately running through it. He lets me suck his cock the way I know how. He has so much length that two hands and my mouth don't even cover the entirety. But I try.
Lord, do I try.
Both fists circle his shaft, pumping furiously as I work my magic on the tip. Teeth grazing, tongue flicking, eyes on his--as much as he can see anyways.