He's laying back on the couch, letting you suck and lick at his cock until you go too deep and accidentally choke yourself, coughing up spit and cum. He softly lifts you up off his cock by your jaw, making you look at him with your ragged breaths and half lid eyes, his face is a strange mix of horny and concerned.

"I told you not to go too deep, Angel. If you hurt yourself again, I won't let you cum."

You nod at the gentle threat, sinking back down to sloppily kiss his straining cock. You suck his tip while your hands pump the rest of him. Not chancing choking yourself again because you know he keeps his promises.

—

He's got you against his chest, one hand supporting your weight so he can look you in your eyes as he stretches you open. You're so close to cumming again, his thick fingers repeatedly pumping that sweet spot. You tip your head back in a groan as you near your climax and he immediately stops moving.

Your whine is cut off by his soft command,

"Look at me."

You wipe the wetness from your eyes and come face to face with him again. Pleading eyes meeting his calm ones, and you almost flutter them shut again when he starts moving his thick fingers inside you.

"I know, I know, Sweetheart. You just have to look at me, you can do that."

You nod because you know you can. You clutch his shoulders, squeezing your legs around his waist and look him in his pretty eyes when you cum for him, the slick sounds of your pussy bringing heat to your cheeks.

—

It's actually a pretty good thing that he's in control most of the time because you always rush into it too quickly, too horny to do the proper prep. He takes his sweet time and you genuinely don't know how he does it without losing control.

You've been cockwarming on the couch for just 10 minutes and you're already about to lose it. He's calm, like always, watching a nature documentary about humming birds or something, you can't focus because you can feel his fat cock with every heartbeat and he keeps grazing a hand down your ass.

Every time you try to move, try to get some friction, his hand just applies more force on your back, keeping you in place.

You let out a frustrated groan, clutching his arm to get his attention. He just huffs a small laugh, patting your ass.

He's going to make sure you're properly stretched for him before he even thinks about fucking you and you can't do anything about it.