On my knees

I drop to my knees the moment you tell me to, because I love when you take control. I want to please you. I need it. I look up at you while I slowly unbuckle your belt, hands shaking just a little because I know what’s coming – and I crave it.

When I pull your cock out, you’re already hard, thick, pulsing in my hand, and I feel my mouth water. I wrap my lips around the head, soft and slow, teasing the tip with my tongue just the way you like, tasting you and moaning around you. I know I’m not allowed to go too fast. I want you to feel every second.

It turns me on so much to know I’m being good for you, that I’m doing exactly what you want. You’ve made it clear – I’m here to please you. I sink deeper, choking a little, but I don’t stop. I keep going, eyes watery, spit running down my chin, because the messier I get, the more I feel like yours. Your hands in my hair, guiding me, controlling my pace – it makes my whole body ache. I’m soaking wet just from making you groan like that.

And when you finally grab me tighter and tell me you’re close, I look up and take every inch of you, because I want to swallow it. I need to. I feel you twitch on my tongue, thick and hot as you cum in my mouth, and I moan like it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I swallow it all, messy and obedient, because I know that’s exactly how you like me: on my knees, used, and completely yours.