"Would you keep that mouth shut, or should I just fucking fill it up instead?"
Forced to Retire due to his arm injury, Kenji Sato is back to his argumentative and rude self, frustrated at the outcomes of his decision. Due to an expected meeting, at...
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he groaned louder, his voice only growing more frequent, repeating in y/n's head. She could practically feel every buck of his hips, every staggering breath causing his stomach to quickly rise in and out, every twitch of his body; nearing the edge, his climax
Slowly, she begun stroking his dick up and down with her hand, in tie with the pace of her mouth and sucking lips. Guiding her head down to take all his cock, making sure to not let her teeth get in the way as she sucked before she pulled her head back up, at the tip
then she repeats
and repeats
and continues
"Fuck.. the tip baby, the tip.. keep your mouth there" he grunted out, his hand on her hair growing more forcible in terms of his grip into her strands as he twitched briefly before leaning back, groaning at the ceiling, his head leant back as he closed his eyes, only able to handle so much
She, as he had ordered.. or more so pleaded, kept sucking briefly at the tip of his cock, before she'd take it out her mouth and glide her tongue along the base, up and down, then twirl it at the tip ever so slowly
"F-fuckkk.Fuck.." he whimpered out whilst stammering then groaned and gazed down at her, before pressing his lips together and letting out frequent whimpers, gasping in between moans. The sounds he made filled the room, crossing the boundary between cries, pleading and moans of pleasure more times than they should have.
He pulled her head back rather with more force than he intended as his hand twitched and slightly trembled into her hair, before he slowly brought it down and held onto her chin, gazing down at her
"not yet.." he whispered, groaning as he leant his head back to glare at the ceiling, holding the urge to cum back, before he took a gruff sigh and once more looked down at her "no..t.. yet" he repeated through laboured breaths. Y/N simply gazed up at him, one hand on the floor below her near her knees, the other near his crotch on his inner thigh as she remained silent, just analysing his face
'fuck.. he looks so hot like this' was all she can think of, not even minding the fact that he stopped her from making him cum
He moved his hand slowly to her jaw, then caught hold of it and grabbed causing her to rise and stay upright between his splayed legs. As soon as he released his hold on her jaw, he moved to encircle her hip with her hands and trace rings into her skin. He leaned closer slowly, putting his face on her stomach while she softly ran a hand over the top of his head and through his hair. With his desperate panting and breathing, he remained incredibly sensitive and intimate.
"holy shit." he whispered at the ground before he slowly gazed up at her, his face not once pulling back off her stomach. He looked up, holding eye contact, before he found his head turning hot, radiating as he blushed. Quickly, he looked away as he nervously cleared his throat, then slowly ran a hand down her rear end and to the back of her thighs then back up at her hips, admiring her skin, her body; her.
