thinking about trying to deep throat caleb...

trying because your caleb is a big guy. and that applies to all of him. he's tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and long limbs, his cock heavy to match. you've never been able to get more than a few inches into your mouth at a time.

he watches you on your knees between his legs, watches as your hand strokes up and down his length slowly. your eyes fixate on it, studying every inch. you're so careful when you try to take it into your mouth. you suckle in the first inch, gently laving your tongue at the ridge. he grunts quietly as you bob down about halfway.

it feels good, but he can see that look in your eye. the determination to do more.

"baby, you- you don't have to," he chokes out through a tight jaw.

you look up from under your lashes with your mouth still full of him, and he almost finishes right then. a deep groan flows from between his lips. he expects you to pull off, to give him your usual "but i want to."

but instead you just try harder. you slide yourself down further, take as much of him as you can all the way back into your throat. his fingers grip the edge of the couch hard and his eyes roll back.

you start to gag, and that only makes it harder for him to hold on. your muscles contract. some more saliva oozes from your mouth. he’s pretty sure you’d choke yourself on him if you could, and that makes him feel sick with pleasure. he doesn’t like seeing your eyes water like this or your firsts clench around your thumb. but when it’s for him… when it’s for proving your devotion to him… he can’t help indulging in it.

yet when you make another wet, gargly noise, his hands come to either side of your head with gentle strength and pull you off. you try to whine around an desperate inhale, and his dick twitches. your eyes are hazy, leaking tears and so watery. he wraps an arm around you and lifts you up into his lap.

“wait- almost had it,” you say as he sits you down straddling his lap.

he chuckles softly, rolling his hips up and silencing those protests with the friction of his wet cock against your panties.

“doesn’t matter. can’t have you passin’ out on me before we get to the best part, pipsqueak.”