Where I'm Going To Get It

"Where do you want it?" he asks me, his voice strained and his words coming through gritted teeth and I know that it's only that he's hovering on the edge of losing it that he doesn't call me a name.

Frankly he's so close that he can't spare the syllable.

His fist is wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing tight. His other hand grabs my hair so roughly that my scalp burns but I don't give a damn, gasping I pleasure myself and gasping I beg him.

"I want to swallow it," I confess to him, "I promise I'll swallow it. I won't waste a single drop."

With a groan he pulls me down and fills my mouth again. One pump and then another and then another after that, pushing his cock in to press against my throat but this time not quite fucking it again, not quite yet.

But that only lasts an instant before his hands are on my head and gripping me tight and he is thrusting into me hard, grunting from the effort as he fucks me more than he ever has before, putting all of his energy and all of his effort into showing me no mercy at all.

Burning through my resolve, making it so that I can't take a break. Making the darkness creep into the edges of my vision as my lungs scream out for air and I lose all of my senses except for feeling and hearing.

Feeling my body thrilling and panicking at the same time. Hearing him tell me to take it over and over and over again through gritted teeth until he breaks and pulls back, sitting at the edge of my mouth with just the head of him inside of me and that is when I feel him pulse.

I watch as he thickens, as he twitches just past my mose. I practically see it rush up the length of his shaft and I feel his head expand and then I feel it erupt.

The first spurt passes over my tongue and hits the back of my throat, coating and covering me with a sticky heat that I reflexively try to swallow. I don't manage to get it down before the second pulses in and fills a little more, this time managing to coat just enough of my tongue to give me a taste.

Salt. Heat. Something bitter that I can't quite manage to get a grip on before another spurt.

And another.

And a-fucking-nother after that.

My body reacts, shoulders shaking and tongue pushing it back as my throat swallows. I feel it slide down my gullet and into my belly and the heat of it settles in as I try for more.

Greedily I take spurt after spurt and god I knew he had so much for me. Moaning I swallow it all, feeling myself quickly become overwhelmed by it as my cheeks bulge out by I try to take it all anyways.

An aspiration complicated when, between my legs, I feel my nimble fingers setting off the sparks of a fire of my own.

My second climax isn't as powerful as the first. Not as small and contained when it is pulled down and not as thoroughly consuming when it rushes out to the edges of me. But it roars through my body all the same and it makes me convulse, the whole of me shaking and vibrating and flexing on and off as I take it, as I gasp through the thickness of his seed to gulp in air before gulping down his seed afterwards.

It is everything for me. It is so much that I only want more of it.

And in the end, when he is done with me, I lay on him gasping, still gulping him down, and settle for cleaning him with my tongue to make sure he is neat and tidy.

I don't miss a drop.

And I can at least take a modicum of pride in that.

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