“Bull…,” I groan. I need to try and remember why I’m mad at him. I really try to, and it almost comes back to me. Then his hand pushes my shoulder, and I’m down on my knees in front of him. His hard cock is pushing against the khakis he has on.

Almost on auto pilot, I reach up and undo his belt and pants. He’s going commando, not that I’m surprised. My hand cups his balls, loving the way the skin is soft, but still coarse. They are heavy with his seed. I move my fingers over his cock, tracing the veins that push against the tender skin. His cock is so thick, wide and long. The soft mocha color is just a shade lighter than his balls. It springs forth from a small, but neatly trimmed, dark patch of hair. I let my fingers play in the coarse nest. There’s not a thing about his dick I would change, especially the way it curves. My hand pumps him slowly, and on my downward stroke, I watch as the skin slides away and reveals his wide head. It seems impossible, but it is a different hue than the rest of him.

My eyes zero in on the small crease which is covered in his pre-cum. I pump him again, and this time, I stop on the upward thrust. Holding him taunt, I flatten my tongue against his cock and lick him, groaning as the salty taste of his skin.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it Doc. Jesus, I wish you could see yourself right now. Is your pussy, wet for me? Does sucking me make your little clit beg for attention?”

If only he knew. I might be fooling myself, but I think he was telling me the truth about the woman in there. Still, I plan on making sure he knows what he’d be throwing away if he fucks up.

When my tongue reaches the top of his cock, I let it fan back and forth over the head before diving in, and finding that small opening, I’m starting to crave. I gather the fresh, hot pre-cum, as my hand works him by thrusting down. With his head is completely exposed, I look up at him, and let him watch, as I take him in my mouth.

He’s so big, I don’t see any way I can fit him into my mouth completely, but I put my hand at the base of his cock. I squeeze tight, so that part doesn’t feel left out. My tongue praises his cock, sliding along it, teasing, licking, and petting his dick, as I take inch after delicious inch into my mouth.

Bull’s hand wraps into my hair, twisting it hard. The sharp pain does nothing but increase my desire. Up and down, I fuck his cock with my mouth, working in tandem with my hand. My hand squeezes him tight, slides up, and then glides back down.

“Jesus. I love watching the way I disappear into that fucking mouth. There’s only one thing you’re forgetting, sweetheart.”

I look up, my eyes watching him in silent question—half of his cock still inside my mouth. Cum leaks out of the head and drips unto my tongue. I groan around him, at the taste. The vibration of my moan must break something loose in Bull, because that’s when he takes over.

When I say he takes over, I mean it. He uses his hands on my head and he takes control. Pushing me down on his cock until the head enters into my throat. Tears slide from the corners of my eyes, as he triggers my gag reflex, before pulling me back up.

“Breathe through your nose, Skye. You can do it baby.”

For some reason, his praise makes me want to do exactly that. When he thrusts his cock deep in my mouth again, I widen the stretch of my jaw and consciously relax my throat muscles. I breathe like he told me to. When he gets to my throat, I look up at him for direction.

“Work your throat baby. I want to feel you swallow and deep throat me. I need this, Skye.”

What is it about the man you love telling you he needs something? The plea in his voice, the need in his eyes, and his request all swirl together into a drug headier than any you could buy on the street. It’s impossible to ignore. I give him what he wants, and as he fucks my mouth hard, using me. Regardless, I’m the one who feels powerful. I’m the one who feels in control. His cum jets into my mouth, and I swallow it down. When he calls out my name, as he fills me full of cum, I definitely feel like the winner. It leaks from my mouth runs down his shaft, and pools on his balls that I’m palming. In this moment, I feel sexy, beautiful, alive, and most importantly—loved. It doesn’t hurt that when he finishes emptying inside of my mouth, he pulls me from his cock, helps me to stand, and holds me tight into his body.

“I love you, Skye. You’re my world, sweetheart. My world.” I let the warmth of his praise surround me.

“I love you too,” I tell him, giving him the words he needs, and the ones that make me the happiest. “I love you too.”