He held her throat as He kissed her. Not really kissing even, He was blatantly making out with her face. He controlled everything. He held her lips between His teeth and His hand was wrapped around her throat. She sank into His grip, unable to maintain the strength needed to remain upright.
“Whose filthy little whore are you?” He relaxed His grip on her throat only enough for her to speak.
She gasped in a breath, her voice coming out in a whisper. “I’m Your filthy little whore.”
“Yes, you are.” He said, a smile in His voice.
She jerked her head to look down. His cock was the longest and hardest she’d ever seen it. She licked her lips.
“You wanna suck it before you go to sleep? Yes, you do,” He crooned.
She nodded sleepily, eyes heavy but hot with desire, and moved to take Him in her mouth.
He held her head up by her throat and looked into her eyes. Then He spit on her face and growled, “You filthy little whore.”
He didn’t wait before pushing her head down to His cock. She opened her mouth and moaned at the taste of Him on her tongue. But the rest of her mouth was dry and she couldn’t make enough spit. Desperate, she shoved herself down on His cock.
“Yes,” He hissed, “That’s a good girl.”
He held still, allowing His cock to fill her mouth and throat. She finally gagged. She lifted her head and spit on His cock. She felt His surprise and His arousal intensify.
“Yes,” He groaned. He tightened His fist in her hair, and used her face to jack His cock. She relaxed her neck and allowed Him to control the speed and depth. Seconds passed by as she fully surrendered to Him, while simultaneously feeling the most powerful energy she’d ever experienced.
He moved her head faster, and as she tightened her lips around His cock, she felt the first pulses of His orgasm. She mewled her appreciation as He released her hair and relaxed His body, sinking back into the chair.
“Holy fuck,” He finally said, panting still. “I haven’t cum that fast from jacking myself off. That was the hottest, sexiest, nastiest blow job I’ve ever had.”
She couldn’t stop smiling. What greater compliment could a filthy little whore ask for?