His little moans, muffled between my thighs, got me slowly back to reality. My hand was still resting on his head, my fingers in his hair, and despite having just licked me to the fifth orgasm in a row he was still lapping and sucking at my pussy like he was starving. I smiled, happy and content and slightly pulled him away by his hair. As he looked up at me, I could see the juices of my squirt dripping off his chin while he eagerly licked the remnants off his fingers. Such a talented boy.
I sat up, caressing his face, taking in the beauty of his naked body kneeling between my legs on the hardwood floor. His arched back, the outline of his firm buttocks, a thin layer of sweat making his skin glisten in the warm flickering light cast by the fireplace.
âWhat is that?â I asked, pointing at the wet puddle on the floor between his legs. He blushed (oh how I love when he does that!) and explained how giving me pleasure caused his caged cock to cry rivers of precum. I guess the fact that he hadnât cum in three weeks was a helping factor, too.
I bent forward and covered my fingers in his sticky juice, cutting off a strand dangling from his cage, his hot skin fighting the cold metal bars. My other hand I placed around his jaw, pulling him closer so I could smear his juices on his lips. âSubby lipstickâ as I like to call it. However, tonight I was not doing a very tidy job, three fingers rubbing his sweet lube over his mouth, my left thumb and index pressed his jaw open (not that this greedy slut needed any encouragement), the sticky fingers of my right hand venturing deeper inside him, fucking his throat. While he greedily sucked his juice off my fingers, my hand around his jaw relaxed and wandered deeper, closing over his throat and windpipe. I could feel his body tensing under my touch, his throat clenching around my fingers that now were fucking his mouth as deep as I could possibly get. That gagging, clenching, convulsing feeling around my fingers paired with the mixture of arousal and fear in his eyes as my grip on his windpipe hardened were almost enough to send me over the edge again.
âYou are such a greedy slut, canât get enough of this, can you?â I coaxed. His caged cock twitched madly in response, oozing more and more of his delicious precum.
In those moments when he completely gives himself to me, at my mercy, trusting me to take care of him and to know how far I can go with choking him, I want him more than I can possibly put into words.
Slowly, I pulled my fingers out of his mouth, loosened the grip on his throat, and while he gasped for breath, heaving, smiling happily, I leaned in for a long overdue wet kiss, tasting the remnants of my juices as well as his on his luscious lips. đ
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