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His hot breath on your neck brings you back into reality, your head previously too far gone in the clouds at the way his hips roll into yours without hesitation. He’s knocking you into your bedroom door with every move. “Caleb, wait.”
He stills. His voice is quiet, “Are you okay? Do you still want this?”
“Yes, but-” you cut yourself off to place a kiss on his jaw. “There’s something I want to do.”
Caleb, by all means, is a giver. Even with his obsessive personality, and his strong, sinful desires, he always makes sure to put your pleasure above his own. Simply said, he gets off on getting you off. Tonight, however, you will get him to crack.
You will get him to lose himself beyond his own control.
You drop to your knees, fluttering your eyelashes up at him as you bring your hands to the waistband of his pajama bottoms.
Caleb gasps, his breath momentarily caught in his chest before he says your name. “You don’t have to do that.”
“But I want to.” You palm him through his pants, and the whimper he lets out is music to your ears. “Let me do this for you, Caleb.”
It doesn’t take much to break his resolve, he nods. At his approval, you pull down his pajamas and boxers in one move. He throws his head back at the sensation of your hand now stroking his bare cock. Another needy whimper when your lips meet the head.
You start slow. So slow, it’s sure to drive him mad. The way his hands find and grip your hair as you finally let him bottom out in your throat lets you know that it is. Caleb is big, but you resolved yourself to do this. For him, but also to ease the thought you had been toying with for a while now. You want him to let go of the perfect mold he tries to fit all the time, you want to see him unravel at the seams.
As you bob your head on his length, you are sure to tease the underside of his shaft with your tongue. The sensual sounds pour from his mouth freely now, and he gives one matching thrust into your mouth before he stills.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
You release him with a ‘pop.’ “I don’t mind.”
Caleb’s breathing is ragged, “I can’t.”
Fingers drag up and down his length, and you admit, “But I want you to.”
The stare-off lasts only a few moments before you put him in your mouth once more. You’re much faster with your movements this time, and take all of him in with every bob. The sounds of your mouth mixed with his moans would make even a pornstar blush, you think.
He still isn't rough enough for your liking, though, and you can tell how hard he’s trying to not overstep by how tightly he’s flexing his thighs. You pull him out of your mouth and grasp him in one hand, and before thinking too much about it you draw him further into sin.
“Oh fuck.” It’s all he can say as you hold his dick to your cheek and jerk him off.
“Don’t you want to ruin me a little, Caleb?” You lick all the way up his cock from bottom to his head, letting it rest on your nose. “I want you to do it.”
“Fuck, ugh.” His hands grip in your hair tighter, and he gives an experimental thrust to your face. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“And what if I like it when it hurts a little?” You feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment, because even though your desire was heavily outweighing your rational brain, you were still worried he might think you’re being too much.
But you should know, this is Caleb.
“Then,” he draws the word out while lining up with your mouth once more. “Let me know if it’s too much.”
He bottoms out slowly, but he doesn’t keep it slow very long. He gradually quickens his pace until he’s thrusting into your mouth and throat without hesitation. The feeling of fullness makes your head spin, and his grip on your hair hurts in the most delicious way. Spit is starting to drip down your chin but you can’t be bothered to care.
He pulls out fast, and you guess it’s because he doesn’t want to cum too quickly. His hand stays on himself, slowly stroking, before your hand takes over for him.
“Don’t you want to cum on my face?”
“Haaa.” His voice is hoarse, “When did you get so naughty?”
You drag his cock down your cheek once more. “I can tell you want me to be.”
He thrusts shamelessly and without restraint on your face. “Oh? How can you tell?” He doesn’t let you answer before filling your throat with himself. The long moan that comes out after that is followed by a string of expletives that let you know he’s getting even closer to the edge.
“Fuck, you’re so good for letting me use you like this. For letting me use your pretty mouth.”
You can only moan around him in response and the vibrations make him twitch. He’s finally showing you the side of him you crave to see.
“Fuck, you’re so good. My good girl.”
His thrusts get sloppier and more inconsistent as he fucks your throat. He can’t hold on much longer, and you need to see him come undone.
As if he hears your silent prayers, he pulls out, hot ropes spilling onto your face. He thrusts against your mouth and nose as he rides out his orgasm. The loud, deep moan he releases sounds near animalistic. Your name is strewn throughout a line of curses before he finally stops.
He watches you intently as you wipe your eyes and lick at his release around your mouth, but then he can’t bear to just watch you anymore.
“You’ve been so good for me.” He pulls you up off your knees before guiding and gently pushing you onto the edge of your bed.
“What are you doing?”
He laughs, then kneels in front of where you sit. Pupils blown, with hair struck to his forehead with sweat, he looks far too good to be real. His voice is light and teasing, as if he knows the madness and delicious torment he’s about to put you through.
“Isn’t it only right that I return the favor?”