that guy wot sings kevin barry

he couldn't help himself. his lips pressed against yours with an unequivocal hunger, a hum leaving his throat and vibrating into the kiss. it was a hunger he probably wouldn't ever be able to fully satiate. well, maybe for a few hours a day, until he needed you again.

now, after weeks of dating, the man has agreed to let you give him a blowjob. you can only imagine how much the poor thing’s brain was turning to mush.

with every swipe of your tongue against his heavy length, you could feel him lose his composure. his breaths coming out as pants. "desperate, needy old man," you mutter at him with a small smirk. in the dim light of the bedroom, you see his cheeks flush and feel his cock twitch in your hand.

was he into this? into being humiliated?

“wonder what all your business partners would say if they saw you like this, hm? would they believe it? the great titus danforth at the mercy of his girl only cause she’s suckin his cock?”

he looks at you, his chest heaving. the practical, logical man who manages a family empire is gone, replaced by someone overwhelmed. “fuck baby” he says in return, his voice strained as your hand on his base tightens, the stroking motion slowing and then quickening. he begins leaking precum. lots of it. you’d almost think he’s cum if you didn’t know better.

but you knew better. and you knew you wanted to make him cry tonight. your mouth wraps around his red tip. suckling on his head feeling the vein on his underside twitch against your tongue.

you hum as you take him deeper into your mouth. the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. you gag and then relax your jaw. taking him deeper. titus was going to come soon. you could feel him tense up, where your hands were curled around his base. his body rising a little, whines spilling out of his lips as his hand tightens in your hair.

the painful satisfying pull when he’s close.

“oh, baby,” he whimpers. “i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum,” he repeats above you, his eyes shut as he focus on the feeling of your warm mouth enveloping him. you manage to take him deeper until your nose pressed against little tufts of dark brown hair neatly trimmed by his base.

you feel him cum down your throat. the white liquid flowing in thick spurts as he’s lost in releasing sounds a mix between whines and whimpers of your name. his hand loosens its hold on your hair but tightens just as fast when you keep sucking on the sensitive head of his cock. he couldn’t take anymore he thinks. he tries to push your head away but you swat his hand away.

“be good titus,” you command him and he listens. the usually so commanding and dominant titus turns putty into your hands.

you keep up the motion, intent on draining him dry. “don’t. stop,” he tries to say but the words falls on deaf ears. you had a mission and you needed to see it through.

“can’t. do more.” he huffs, chest heaving. his knuckles turn white as he grips the sheets, his body going rigid as he nears the edge.

fuck. how are you doing this to him?

the pleasure is too much. overwhelming. it makes his whole body shudder. he’s ready to come again but you pull back just at the last possible second. a frustrated whimper escapes him.

“thought you said you can’t do more?” you tilt your head,your voice dripping with feigned innocence. but you just wanted to hear him beg. which he does so instantly.

“why…why are you stopping?” he asks breathlessly.

“please. baby. please let me cum and i’ll let you ride my thigh,” he bargains, an offer so tempting you couldn’t say no.

your return your attention to his tip, your tongue swirling around his head in an agonising pace, it was bordering on torture. you trace the shape of him once, twice before you go back to suckling him until he can’t take it.

he hums in relief at the feeling of your mouth taking him in. the pressure building in his balls as he comes once again. his body shuddering lightly you look up at see tears roll down his cheek.

he lets out a low, shaky hum of relief as he feels your mouth take him back in. you can feel the pressure coiling tight until he finally breaks, cumming for you once again. as the last of the tremors move through his body, you look up and catch the sight of tears silently rolling down his cheeks.