There’s something about straddling your shoulders that makes me rock hard. I’d wrap my fingers behind your head, bring your lips to my cock. But I’m not thrusting into you yet. I rub my cock over your soft lips, leaving a trail of precum on your face, then, a mess of lipstick and myself smeared all over you, I’ll run my fingers up the back of your head and dig my fingers into your scalp. Looking into your eyes, I tell you to open your mouth. With your lips open, I gently push into you, feeling your hot breath. It’s almost enough to make me cum. But I pause and feel you close your lips around me. You feel the grip of my hands relent momentarily as I make one final adjustment. I pull my hips back, feeling the drag from your soft mouth, then bring your head in closer. For a moment, your neck strains while I thrust my hips into your face. One of my hands frees itself from your scalp, while the other loosely takes hold of your head. Propping some pillows behind your head, I pull out. Threads of your spit and my precum connect your lips to my glistening member. I lay your head down and run my fingers through your hair again. I look you in your eyes and tell you how good you’ve been doing. At just the right angle, the head of my cock rests on your lips as tell you to purse your lips. The smell of cum is strong and you almost can’t hear me tell you to wait…

I grip the top of your head while we lock our gaze another moment. “Are you ready?” I ask. With a half nod, I shift my weight onto my free hand, and press into your mouth. Thrust after thrust after thrust into your once glimmering, now tarnished lips, you feel the heaviness of my balls contracting. You can feel my heartbeat in your face as I continue to pound away. Each lunge gets shorter and more deliberate as do my groans and soft mutters. You feel one last throb with the foreign sensation of my cock leaving your mouth. “I’m going to fucking cum.” I grunt. Resting my warm, slick cock a little too close to your eye, you squeeze it shut. The soft tickle of your eyelids pushes me over. The first warm gush of cum falls and begins to spill down your forehead. Unable to deny the impulse, I pull back and you feel me stop on your cheek. The next spurt spreads up and then, over your cheek as my cock rubs against you face. Spasming spout after diminishing spout, it runs down your face and next to your nose, the scent lingering as it dribbles down your lip. “Good girl” I whisper as I pull back into my initial position. You feel the gentle push of my hands as I take your head from the pillows. In your glazed splendor, we lock eyes once more. I bring your mouth to my trembling cock again and repeat “good girl” as I press in again.