There are some things you should commit to memory. Verbatim. Get down fucking pat. Don’t worry. I’ll help you. Like always. Lemme tell you, sweetheart, everything has its place. But you? Well, you’re quite lucky, you know that? Why? Because you have two.

ONE

On all fours.

Back arched.

Ass proud.

Looking over your shoulder at me while you wiggle your hips like a good girl. You know what it is. An invitation. Well, not precisely. I don’t need an invitation to use what’s already mine. But I don’t mind you being so welcoming.

Bite your lip. Purr with need. Squeeze your thighs together and let me see that perfect slit.

You know my favorite fucking thing?

Pushing my spade-shaped head–thick and swollen with its own decadent desideratum–against that tight, tight opening. Like a padlocked gate, opening ever so slightly. Pushing. Pushing. Your lips mewling with a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure and all-around fucking desperation. Let me in. Like a vampire that comes a’knocking. Aren’t you gonna invite me in? Or do I have to keep fucking pushing?

And then–there it fucking is--the chain breaking, gate opening, labia spreading and clasping the thick-rimmed base of my insistent cockhead. A sigh of relief that becomes a grunt of unyielding yearning.

You can feel it can’t you?

Every inch I push inside you. The smooth skin interrupted by thick, throbbing veins. Spreading you. Stretching you. Leaving a perfect impression inside you. Hands on your hips. Thumbs pushing into the small of your back. Sliding down to grab that fucking peach. Cock pounding inside you. Thighs against your ass cheeks. Compress. Jiggle. Bounce.

I’ll pull your hair back sweetheart. Wrap it in my fist like a horse’s bridle. Look at me over your shoulder. Watch how fucking good it feels for me to fuck you. This is it. This is where you fucking belong. You wouldn’t dream of asking me to wear a condom. You need to feel every last palpitating centimeter as I drench myself in your heat. And it’ll come. Of course I’m going to cum. I’ve trained you well enough that you know exactly when to expect it. My breathing more ragged. My grip more wild, untamed, and unashamed. Open palm against your ass as I try to go deeper, deeper, deeper still. When I pulse you clench. I want it inside you. All the way fucking inside you. Dripping and seething and flooded. The cup runneth over. Down your thighs. Thick and syrupy and fucking exactly what you deserve. You earned it. Now clean it up with your fingers and push it back inside.

TWO

A variation.

On your knees. Hands on each knee. Looking up at me with those sweet, damp, angelic eyes. A good girl. Always a good girl. Head pats and words of affirmation. You wait for it. Long for it. You felt it inside you but now you need to taste it.

“Use my mouth. Use my throat. Use any part of me you need, Sir.”

Say it like such a perfect fucking babygirl with drool running down your chin. Not enough. It’s never enough. You know I like it sloppy. Slow and deep. Or fast and rough. It’s always fucking sloppy. Spit from your bottom lip to your already soaking pussy. A glistening little rivulet between your collar bones like the mouth of an inlet. Through your soft, swaying tits. My thumbs on your nipples, drawing semi-circles. Clockwise and then counter. Down further–through your belly button, between your squeezed together thighs.

Does your clit fucking throb when you suck me? Are you going to look up at me with those shiny, beggarly eyes? Like you’re just so impoverished right now, even though you’re gagging on my length. Taking it so far. Further than you thought you could. I know what you want. You can touch it. You can rub it. Slick fingertips between your legs while mine spread across your scalp. Pushing you further. I know you can take it. You know I believe in you. I’m just gonna give you that extra bit of coaching you need. Swallow it. Slobber on it. Like your life depends on it. Like there’s nothing else in your head right now. Empty except for your needy to fucking throat me. To feel it push past your uvula and break your throat barrier.

Gagging. Choking. Whimpering. Shivering. You can take it. You can take anything I give you.

Because you’re a good girl.

Such a good girl.

You’re going to hold your teary eyes open and look up at me while I push you harder. Heavy ballsack tight against your chin. You know it’s coming. In your mouth. Down your pharynx. Swallow it all. Sticky and salty and a little sweet. Swallow it now. So fucking much. My fingers flexing against your head as I hold you in place.

Your place.

On your knees.

Licking my cock.

Swallowing my cum.

Smiling through sweat and smeared mascara.

Exactly where you belong.