#apolocalypse

LISTEN…

I’m here for it. 

Okay, but you got me at him teaching you how to suck his dick. Fuck. 

You were on your knees, hands placed patiently on your thighs, looking up at the long haired man in front of you. He was still fully dressed, despite having you strip down to your underwear for him. Something about the in-balance of power within in that set him off. 

“Now, angel,” he grabbed himself over his pants, lightly palming his already harden cock. You could see the faint outline of his length through the expensive black material of his pants. Your tongue poked out, ever so slightly, to wet your lips as you nodded up at him with a doe eyed expression. 

And God, did he love that. Michael was ready to ruin the pretty make up you had put on for him. Cherry red lips and darkened eyes were soon to be ruined. 

“You think you take my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours?” you knew he was teasing you. He loved seeing you desperate and begging. For him. 

You gave him a more prominent nod this time, eyes trailing to where he hand covered his erection, “Yes.” 

“Ah, ah..” he tsked, “What was that?”

“Yes, daddy.” 

“Good girl.” his hand came down and gently brushed your face, “Always such a good girl for me.” 

With that as his final gesture, he freed himself from the constraints of his pants, allowing his pink, veiny cock out. 

Michael held himself at the base; a shiver ran through his body as the cool air hit his sensitive skin. 

“Put your tongue out.” he commanded, eyes trained on you. You were quick to follow his simple instructions; all too eager to please him. 

He took a step closer and wiped his tip on your lips; slowly spreading around your lipstick with his beads of precum. Without much warning, he placed his cock past your lips. You felt his weight on your tongue as he dropped himself on it. 

Michael’s plump lips curled up in a grin, “Go on, angel.” His hands tangled in your hair; fingers intertwining tightly.

Closing your lips around him, you began to engulf his length. It felt almost like instinct to begin sucking on him. Slurping sounds and muffled moans filled the room as he pushed himself further down your throat. 

Your hands reached for his meaty thighs and dug your nails into him for support as your eyes began to burn. 

“Easy..” he cooed, wiping back some of the streaked mascara with his thumb. Such a gentle gesture. But the force behind his hand, as it trailed down your cheek was one of possessiveness. 

You were his.

Obeying his command you slowed yourself, setting a pace he liked. Spit and cum began to pool as he carefully bucked his hips into you. Groaning around his length, sent a trail of vibrations to his core, making him throw his head back and curse under his breath. Such deep raspy, delicious sounds came from him, you thought to yourself. And all you wanted was to hear him make them again, and again, and again. 

Your tongue traced along the veins you could feel on his girth, finding its way to his throbbing tip. Experimenting him. Savoring him. 

“Feels so good, pet. Don’t stop.” his grip on you became tighter and you knew he was holding on because he was close. 

Nodding, you gave him a moaning agreement, continuing your actions - working his cock. 

“I’m gonna cum and I want you to take it.” he pulled your hair back to have you face him, “Understood?”

A muffled “Mhmm” was the only response you could muster, but it worked for him. 

Michael sloppily fucked into your mouth one, two, three times before finally holding your face down on his cock as he came. Hot spurts of his cum came out in long shots, directly to the back of your throat. 

He holds you there as he releases into you. His hot cum pooling in your mouth, mixed with your spit. 

Once he finally releases your head, he pulls away to admire the dazed out state you’re in. You smile up at him with a lazy look in your eyes as you swallow back his cum. Taking your index finger, you wipe off some of the remaining spurts that had landed on your chest, before bringing your finger up to your lips and sucking it clean. 

 Michael takes your chin in his hand, making you look him in the eyes, “You did so well…” he trailed off, thumb running over your bottom lip, “I oughta give you your reward, hm?” he leaned down to kiss your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth. 

“Is that what you want, love?” you could feel the grin against your lips, “I wanna hear you tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock, daddy..” you sighed against him.

“My cock? If I’m not mistaking, I just let you taste me cock, no?” he teased, hands roaming up and down your body. 

“I need your cock inside me, please. Please.” 

“Let’s get you taken care of then.” he helped you up before tossing you on his bed roughly.