What I'm Here To Do

“How much more?” he asks through gritted teeth, “How much more can you fucking take?”

I don’t know what he’s talking about and I don’t want to know. I want to focus on what I’m doing and do my best to make it worthwhile.

But I know why he’s doing this, why he’s mocking me like he is. I know that when I’m on my knees it’s easy to only see me from one direction.

My head is bobbing and my hand is still. My lips are distended around the width of him, stretched as I take him in and pull him back. I’m swallowing as much as I can take and there is a shocking amount to take of him. So many inches and so much hard thickness. It always makes my jaw ache.

And it makes my eyes water and it makes my lungs burn. It makes shivers run up and down my spine and it makes me want, more than anything, to prove to him that I’m good enough.

Good enough to satisfy, at least.

I pull back and my hands slip up and down the length of him, squeezing and twisting my fists around his shaft while my lips and tongue suckle at the head of him. I’m practically making out with his cock and I turn my eyes up to look into his, giving him my affection but only taking back the glassy sneer of derision he always has on his face.

“Such an eager little slut,” he practically spits the words at me, “Is that something new? Where did you learn it? Where did you learn to suck cock like that?”

His hand snaps forward and closes around my throat. He pulls me off of him and I gasp, panting with a need I barely comprehend or acknowledge as I tell him the truth.

“I watched porn. I wanted to learn something new. I did it for you but there is no one else, no one but you.”

Eddie smiles slow, his grin languid as he lavishes in my submission.

“Because you’re mine. My eager little slut.”

He pulls me forward and he holds my head in his hands. His hips thrust forward hard and fast, pushing into me so quick that I barely have a chance to catch my breath before he fills my throat with the thickness of him.

He pumps into me, fucking my face until spit slobbers out through the corners of my lips and slides down my chin. I moan lewdly, loving every minute of it.

We’re in his kitchen, mere inches away from where I found him. Eddie didn’t even undress me he just ordered me down to my knees and I gave myself to him. I’m still all wrapped up, a present for him on my own birthday.

“Doing something new. Trying to be good. Don’t you know you can’t do that? You can’t change what you are and what you are is a submissive little whore. So eager and so fucking slutty. So fucking built to be used.

“So I’ll fucking use you. I’ll fucking show you how you’re meant to be used. I’ll fucking use every last one of your holes tonight.”

He pushes me back and I gasp out for air, panting as the words bubble up to the surface of me, “Thank you, Sir.”

Stroking slowly he steps up and I curl a finger, peeling the collar of my coat away to show him a hint of my black leather and lace. He smiles again, shaking his head at the ridiculous little **** he has eager for his cock.

“Dressed up too?” he mocks me, “What is it? My birthday?”

In the instant before he grabs me I wonder whether he knows what day it is. I wonder whether that little joke is meant to pierce a little deeper or whether it’s just meant to be salt in my wounds. I wonder, when he fucks my mouth so fast and deep that I shudder with delight, whether he gives a damn about me at all.

But I give a damn. I give so much of a fucking damn.

That’s the whole reason that I’m here.

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