#losing it

ablaze! the mysterious fires of spontaneous human combustion (1995) - larry e arnold

Oh yes please

Joel has you spread out in the bed, pounding mercilessly into your cunt. All the while you can’t do nothing but to take it, whimpers and cries leaving your lips repeatedly.

“Feel you squeezin’ girl. Ain’t cummin’ till daddy says, right?” 

You know you have to ask for permission to cum, but everything is too overwhelming, something snaps in your belly. Maybe it was the way his thumb never left your clit, maybe it was his tip kissing that sweet spot in you over and over again.

You open your eyes to Joel’s disappointed expression, but mostly noticing the way he slows down with his thrusts, thumb leaving your nub and his hands stop squeezing your skin—not letting you ride out your orgasm, leaving you twitching under him.

“Useless little thing” He makes a tsk sound with his mouth while shaking his head.

Before you know it, he grabs you by the arms, lifting you up and making you sit down on the floor. Your eyes following him as he stands in front of you. A grumble under his breath, two tugs of his cock and he is touching your lips with his swollen tip.

You know what you have to do before he says anything. It’s either that or your bum gets left with stings of pain.

“Good. Open wide now.”

Your glassy eyes look up to him while he presses his whole shaft into your mouth. You can feel him pulse on your tongue, and it doesn’t take long before your nose is in his bush, while his tip kisses the back of your throat.

“Breathe through your nose.” He mutters, and you do. Breathing in—as he starts to thrust into your throat—breathing out—as he pulls back. “There you go.”

He starts snapping his hips into your mouth, the tears in your eyes already forming—you are relieved that Joel already trained the gag reflex out of you. What remains is the burning in your throat.

“Might as well do this everyday, huh? This way you can’t disobey me all the damn time.”

Short, quick breaths hissed from your nose, tears slipping down one by one as his thrusts start to get sloppier.

“Gonna fill this throat just like I intended to do with your cunt, yea?” You give him a pleading look, wanting him to fill your cunt too. And he chuckles. “Nah, baby. That ship already sailed” 

It takes one more thrust before spurts of cum paint your throat white. Spit and tears hanging from your face, his groaning on top of you slowly fades. As the last drops of cum leave his tip, he slowly pulls out—leaving you with a wet face and swollen lips.

And just like you know your daddy, he leaves the room, bringing a wet cloth and ignores the pulsing and throbbing between your legs, while scrubbing you clean.

“Ain’t gonna go this easy on you next time.”