I dropped to my knees the second he unzipped. That cock swung out heavy and thick, the kind of size that made my mouth water and my throat tighten at the same time. Queen size didnt even cover it. Veins stood out along the shaft, the head already slick and dark, and it bobbed right in front of my face like it knew exactly what it wanted.
Open, he said, voice low and rough.
I opened. He pushed the head past my lips and I tasted salt and skin. My jaw stretched wide fast. I wrapped one hand around the base but my fingers didnt meet. I started sucking anyway, pulling hard on the first few inches while my tongue pressed flat underneath. Spit ran down my chin almost immediately. He didnt ease up. He fed me more, inch after thick inch, until the head bumped the back of my throat and I gagged once, loud and wet.
Fuck, thats it, he growled. Take it deeper.
I tried. I relaxed my throat the way Id practiced and let him slide farther in. My eyes watered. Tears slipped down my cheeks but I kept going, bobbing my head, gagging every few strokes and swallowing around him when I could. The sound was filthysloppy, choking sucks mixed with the wet slap of my lips. He grabbed my hair in both hands and started fucking my mouth in short, steady thrusts. Not all the way yet, just enough to make me choke and drool down onto my tits.
I pulled off for air, strings of spit connecting my mouth to his cock. Give it all to me, I rasped. I want to feel it in my throat.
He didnt need telling twice. He shoved back in and kept going until my nose pressed against his stomach. My throat convulsed around the head. I couldnt breathe. My hands clutched his thighs and I held there, letting him use my mouth like a hole. When he pulled out I gasped, coughed, then dove right back on it, sucking harder, faster, my hand pumping the shaft that wouldnt fit. My jaw ached but I didnt stop. I wanted him to lose it.
He lasted longer than I expected. Every time he got close hed yank my head back, slap that heavy cock against my tongue, then push in again. My face was a messmascara running, lips swollen, chin shiny with spit. I loved it. I told him so between sucks.
Love this big fucking cock, I mumbled around the head. Want you to cum down my throat.
Keep talking like that and I will, he warned.
I doubled down. I licked from base to tip, slow and nasty, then swallowed him again. My free hand slipped between my legs. I was soaked. Two fingers pushed inside while I sucked him, matching the rhythm. Every time he thrust I fingered myself harder, moaning around his cock so the vibrations traveled up the shaft.
He started breathing ragged. His grip on my hair tightened. Gonna fill your mouth, he grunted.
I locked my lips around the head and stroked the rest with both hands, fast and tight. He came hard. Thick pulses hit the back of my throat. I swallowed what I could but some spilled out the corners of my mouth, running down my neck. He kept twitching, feeding me more until he finally pulled out, cock still half-hard and glistening.
I licked him clean anyway, slow and thorough, sucking the last drops from the slit. He watched me the whole time, breathing heavy.
Get on the bed, he said. Im not done with that mouth.
I crawled up and lay back, head hanging off the edge. He stood over me and fed that queen-size cock straight down my throat again, this time from above. Gravity helped him go deeper. I reached up and grabbed his ass, pulling him in until my throat bulged. He fucked my face like that for long minutes, slow and deep, then faster when I started moaning again. My fingers worked my clit the whole time until I came hard, legs shaking, throat still stuffed full.
When he pulled out I was wreckedvoice hoarse, face soaked, cunt throbbing. He stroked himself once more and painted my tits with whatever he had left. I rubbed it in with both hands, then licked my fingers clean while he watched.
He dropped onto the bed beside me, breathing hard. Youre fucking nasty.
I smiled, voice ruined. Told you I wanted it.
We lay there catching our breath. After a minute he reached down and gave that heavy cock a lazy stroke. It twitched, already starting to swell again. I rolled onto my side and took the head back in my mouth without being asked. Slow this time. Gentle. Just keeping it warm and wet while my hand worked the shaft.
He groaned. Youre gonna kill me.
I didnt answer. I just kept sucking, soft and steady, knowing we had all night and he wasnt going anywhere until that queen-size cock had emptied down my throat at least twice more. My jaw already hurt and I didnt care. I wanted every thick inch again. And from the way he hardened in my mouth, he knew it too.