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You nod, lips parting slightly. He hums.

“Start with your tongue. Just light strokes along the tip,” he taps the head of his cock against your tongue, eyes locked on yours— “That’s it…”

You swirl your tongue, tentative. He groans, low and sharp.

“Good,” he says, voice gone gravel rough. “Now kiss it.”

You press your lips against the head, just once, and he breathes out a broken little laugh.

“You kiss prettier than you pray,” he mutters. “Go on. Take a little more.”

You open wider, sliding down slowly, carefully. His hand’s in your hair, not forcing but guiding. You gag too early, and pull back with a cough, eyes watering.

He doesn’t mock. Doesn’t scold. Just strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers.

“Slow, baby. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

You try again. Better. Deeper. And this time when your lips seal around him, he twitches, a curse slipping past clenched teeth.

“That’s it,” he breathes, hips rocking just once, not rough, but heavy. Needy. “You learnin’. I’ll make you good at this if it’s the last thing I do.”

You hum around him, and that’s what snaps it— his restraint, his silence. His jaw locks tight, and he growls low in his chest.

“Fuck. Just like that. Keep goin’, sugar.”

His fingers grip your hair tighter, anchoring you there, guiding you down his length until your nose brushes his skin.