Punching Bag

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I look up at him to see he's serious.

I swallow before reaching my hands up to his belt. I slide it out from the loop, and under the buckle. The heat from his gaze making me nervous and flushed.

I can feel the tip of his erection under my hands. I free the belt from the hole and slide it out from the buckle, loosening his trousers.

He does nothing as I unzip.

His erection comes free. His cock in front of my face tempting me.

I lean forward to taste it, but I'm pulled away by my hair. His grip firm, he pulls my head back so I'm looking up at him.

"Did I say you could have it now?"

I stare desperately.

"No."

"You only do what I say. Got it?"

"I understand."

He uses his other hand to stroke himself slowly. A soft growl escaping from him.

I instantly feel the need for him. My core pulsating with the desire.

He leans my head back down toward him.

"Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue."

I do as he asks. Eagerly awaiting the feel of him.

He strokes himself a few more times, teasing me. God I've never wanted to suck a cock so much in my life.

He finally drags it along my tongue. The salty taste immediate.

He can sense my urge to close my mouth around him.

"Keep it open."

Relunctantly I obey.

He continues to drag himself along my tongue, every so often going deeper into my mouth. His cock becomes wetter and wetter, he slides smoother against me.

He grips the back of my head with both hands.

"Wrap your lips around me Cora. Now." He growls.

At his command I close around him. Fully tasting him. I work my head back and forth, sucking the full length of him each time.

God this is addicting. His taste and his scent making me wetter, more hungry.

He moves his hips to meet me. Forcing himself deeper and deeper. He holds his cock deep down my throat. My eyes tear up as I gag around him, struggling to take in all of him so deeply.

He quickly pulls out, letting me get a gasp of air before he thrusts in deep again. The tears stream down my face as I choke again, not being able to get any air in.

He pulls out again, and then thrusts in deep. He moans. Cursing under his breath. He starts short thrusts while deep in my throat. His growls want me to keep him deep, but I struggle for air.

I push at his hips, needing to breathe. He rips himself out of me, the sudden intake of air making me do a few soft sobs, more tears running down my face.

He pulls my hair back again. His face flushed, sweat starting on his forehead.

"Don't you fucking dare push me away."

"Yes, I'm sorry." I manage between gasped cries.

He grabs my chin, squeezing my face from the pressure.

"You'll take me."

"Yes! Yes I'll take all of you!" I cry.

He shoves himself back inside my mouth, his grip remaining in my hair.

He holds nothing back has he thrusts hard and fast, ruthless fucking my mouth. My eyes are forced to shut at his brutality. His roughness making my head rush, not able to concentrate on anything other then the sounds of his balls slapping against my face, and the gags I'm making as he hits the back of my throat.

"Fuck yes." He moans out.

I don't know how it's possible but he quickens his pace as he brings himself closer to cumming. I'm not able to do anything other than move how he forces me. Let him use me how he likes.

His grunts become more frequent and his thrusts more frantic.

He suddenly gives a deep, slower pump as he groans. His cum fills my mouth, forcing me to swallow him down. He continues to pump his cock into my slowly, milking him of every drop of cum.

He pulls out of my mouth, but without any thought, impulsively I lean for more of him. Taking his cock back into my mouth.

He grabs my head and begins to pull my head away, but then stops at the feel of me around him again.

"Oh fuck, fuckkk." His cocks hypersensitivity brings him another sensation from my mouth. He lets me desperately suck his cock again before eventually pulling me away.

He grabs my chin again, locking our eyes.

"You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."