Chapter 24

This made himgroan, much to my satisfaction. I almost chuckled as he pushed forward, making the back of my head thud dully against the tiles, and forcing his cock head against the back of my throat. Again it was wonderful, and the sense of not being able to breathe added rather than detracted, making me feel utterly helpless. I was pinned—literally pinned to the wall!

And then he pulled out.

Slowly, dragging his cock head over my tongue. I held on tight with my lips and when I felt the flare at the back of the head threaten to pull out, I whimpered my objection. He chuckled and said, “Okay, bitch. Okay, cocksucker.” And he reversed the direction, thrusting forward again, but very, very slowly, so that I groaned with pleasure.