Beg Him To Stay

"Please. Let me clean you up," I say, my voice eager and **** for more. Hearing this, Dagul halts in his tracks and turns around towards me, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he begins to undress again.

"Already starting to get addicted?" he asks, his voice a low rumble as he sheds his leggings, his cock bouncing with every step as he walks towards me.

"Come claim your prize then," he commands, standing before me in all his gloriously brutal glory.

I nod quickly, my eyes locked onto his cock, and place my hands at the back of his legs, pulling him closer to me. I eagerly consume his cock, licking and sucking every inch, my tongue lathering him clean. I take more of him into my mouth, my head bobbing as I clean him, my nostrils flaring as I take in his musky scent. He pulls out, rubbing his balls against my face, placing them at my lips. I suck his balls, one at a time, my mouth hot and wet, my tongue swirling around them as I take in his scent, my addiction to him growing with each passing second.

I can feel his cock resting across my face, the musk seeping from it mixing with his cum, driving me insane with desire. I switch testicles, sucking harder, encompassing his testicle in my hot, wet mouth, feeling it shrivel as his cock spurts jizz, landing in my hair.

"Enjoy your prize, my whore," Dagul says, his voice a deep, satisfied growl.

Withdrawing from his balls, I bask in his cum bath, feeling the warm, sticky liquid rest and shoot against my hair, my body trembling with desire and satisfaction. Dagul pulls me up and pushes me towards a bucket of water.

"Look at what a slut you are, cum all over your body and head. Clean your face up, whore," he commands, his voice firm and dominant.

I stand at the water bucket, trying to suppress a smile as I remove all the cum from my body, my skin tingling with satisfaction. As I clean myself, Dagul rubs and feels my breasts, occasionally slapping my ass, his touch firm and demanding.

Looking more decent, Dagul grabs my arm and says, "This is only the beginning. Be ready for more tomorrow," before shoving me onto the bed. He climbs on as well, pinning me under his massive body, his breath hot on my neck as he goes to sleep.

As he sleeps, I feel a sense of eager anticipation for the next day, my body aching with need, ready for him to use me again, to take me to new heights of pleasure and submission.