A:N Writer's Block Sucks.....
"Oh, princess, you look so fucking pretty right now."
You looked up at Erwin through thick clumpy lashes brimming with tears. You sat on aching knees on cold wooden panels, finding solace between his thick thighs. One palm faithfully jerking the base of his length, plush mouth hallowed around the head of his fat cock. Your jaw locked, your whines silenced against his flesh. He was prodding your throat, and you weren't even halfway down his enormous girth.
"That's it," he grunted, scraping his large fingers along your scalp, pulling you down further. "Such a good little girl. You can take more, baby. Wanna' feel your throat."
His praise lit a fire in your loins, head swimming with encouragement. His palm guided your bobbing, gently holding you in place once he went the warm contraction of your gag. Your little throat couldn't take it, and he smirked sadistically. You could try all you want, but as the fat cluster of tears rolled down your cheeks, Erwin believed this sight could get him off alone.
Your pretty makeup you spent hours on didn't stand a fucking chance.
Lipstick smeared around the lines of your swollen lips, black eyeliner smudged the outer corners of your eyes. You had gotten all dressed up for him, gotten so dolled up for your dinner. His treat, as always. Erwin loved to spend money on you — extravagant restaurants, vacations in Dubai, Paris (wherever you desired), down to the pretty manicured nails that stroked his huge cock. He glanced down — French tips with little diamonds encrusted in the acrylic. His favorite, and he smiled. It had been his request you had gotten them done this way.
Your free hand cupped his sizable balls, rolling the heavy weight between your fingers. You inhaled through your nose, spit bubbling and spilling down your chin. Your tongue curled, licking the underside of his shaft. You felt the pulse of his thick prominent vein, throbbing. He was getting off on the fact you wouldn't ever be able to swallow him whole.
At least, not with your mouth. Erwin's heart and wallet voiced an entirely different fact.
"Just a bit more, sweetheart," his demeanor threatened to crack, a whiny moan held tightly behind his teeth. "Need to see you choke."
And choke you did. His fingers gripped your hair fiercely, yanking you down even further. Your lips met your knuckles, and the sickeningly sweet sound of your gagging met his awaiting ears. He released the whine, much deeper in timbre than originally crafted, and he watched on with an admiring gaze.
He thought you were so beautiful like this — ruined by him and him alone.
Erwin's balls tightened in your palm, and your eyes flickered up to him once again. He snarled, "Keep giving me those eyes and I'll fucking cum down your throat. Up, now."
His command was received like a melody, your slurping a song as you slid your mouth off his length. Before you could collect yourself, you were ripped up by your hair, thrown onto the king sized mattress like a rag doll.
Erwin crawled over you, caging you in his colossal form. His lips burned against your neck as he dipped his head, sucking and nipping at the skin. You mewled meekly, palms shooting up to circle his strong biceps. You latched on tightly, feeling a particularly sharp sting above your collarbone. It was going to leave a mark — and God did Erwin love to see his claims in the early morning sun.
"I knew you'd look so pretty in this set," he cooed, fingering the lacy straps of your lingerie set. "You look so gorgeous in this color, had to have it shipped all the way from Italy. Only the best for my little girl."
"Daddy," you cried without protest. "You spoil me too much."
"No such thing for my angel," Erwin smirked as he tugged the pale pink cups of the top past your breasts. He placed a gentle kiss to the top of each mound, his thumbs delicately brushing over your quickly hardening nipples, "Got a lot of money baby, just wanna' spend it all on you."
