Falling With Grace

He nodded with a heavy breath, his warm, hard flesh standing at attention as he discarded his clothing. I wrapped my hand around him, squeezing. I lashed my tongue against the tip of his erection. His thick cock jumped in my hand.

“Merda.” He tightened his grip on my hair as I widened my mouth and took him in slow and deep, my tongue massaging the underside of his cock.

His breaths turned ragged as he stared down at me. “You’re doing so well,mi amor.”

I ran the flat of my tongue against the underside of his cock and swirled over the swollen head.

“My turn.” His hips took over the motion, his hand pressing my head down as he worked himself down my throat. Tears rushed down my cheeks as he stretched my lips and throat.

“If only you had mascara running down your beautiful face.” He wiped the tears away as he held me down, my throat relaxing as I’d been taught.

He withdrew, his cock brushing my lips. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, my stomach swirling as the heat warmed my center, my saliva dripping from his tip.

“Let me know if it’s too much.”

A teasing grin lifted my lips as I gripped him at the base, then slid my lips back over him, giving him my best until his hand in my hair tightened and he tugged.

“Grace.”

He tugged harder, but I sucked him down, my hand rotating, my other cupping his balls which drew tight against his body.

“I’m going to cum down your throat.” His head swelled, and he gasped. “Are you ready for me?”

I hummed my response.

“Good girl. Eyes on me and swallow me down,amorcita.”

His little love?

I glanced up at him through thick lashes, my tears wetting my cheeks as his hips stiffened, spilling his warmth into my mouth. A guttural growl filled the heady space between us.

He met my stare as my throat bobbed, swallowing everything he gave me. My heart swelled with his tender, lustful look. He pulled from my mouth, dragged me to my feet, and tossed me to the bed, my belly flat against the fabric.

“Such a temptation.”

I laughed as he lifted my chemise from my back and tore it in two, my butt rocking into the air.

His hand came down on my butt cheek with a skin-on-skin snap.

I yelped, a tinge sparking in my chest and stomach, my insides seizing as he studied the handprint he left behind.

“Tell me how it feels.” I bit my lip, my forehead wrinkling.

“What?” He raised a brow. “You in my hands?”

I gave a subtle shake. “I want to know what you feel when you hit me. Does it turn you on?”Please say no. “Do you want more pain?”

A coy smile tipped his lips, and a part of me collapsed.

He shook his head, and I released my breath. “No.” He leaned over me, his lips caressing my shoulder. “But if it’s what you want, I’ll give it to you.”

I rolled to my back and shook my head as his lips found my nipple. “I like what you do to me.”

His hands ran down my sides and paused on my hips, his fingers digging in as he moved his kisses along my sternum to my belly. “Anything you can’t handle, you let me know. You’ve got complete control with me.” He pulled me against him, his hardening cock between my thighs, then brought me into a seated position, his hands entwined in my hair. “No one else does.” He brushed his lips against mine. “Do you understand that?”

“Total control…” Our lips teased one another, breathing each other in, confirming the sacrificial admission made for me.