flower does the sun. He’s my strength and he’s my weakness.
He’s my boyfriend, but he’s more than that.
He’s my daddy.
“No teasing. Suck my cock like a good little girl. Until you remember whom you belong to, whom you will always belong to. This mouth—” He taps it with his cock as his hand strokes down my hair. “Those breasts, that sweet little pussy, it’s all mine, and if I need to fill each hole and drench you in my cum to make you realise that, I will,” he snarls. His fingers thread through my hair, tugging me down to his hard cock.
He’s controlling me, taking away my struggle and all those hesitations and unsure, whirling thoughts, and replacing them with the strongest thing of all.
This.
Us.
Our desire, our love.
I open my mouth and suck him down, swallowing him to the base before rolling my eyes up. He doesn’t hesitate. He pulls out and slams back into my mouth, making me gag slightly as tears fill my eyes, but for a different reason this time.
“This is the only time you will ever cry for me. Understood, Angel? With my thick cock in your mouth, reminding you who owns you. Who loves you. Never any other time. I will kill anyone who puts them there. I will destroy any doubts you have,” he vows, his eyes determined. This is more than about pleasure.
This is about proving his devotion to me.
His neck is corded, his thighs parted so he can lift up and slam into my mouth again and again, forcing me to focus on him. I just hold on and take what he has to offer, accepting him and feeling his desire for me in each hard inch of his cock, each drip of his cum down my throat, filling me up with his love until nothing else exists.
My pussy clenches in longing, my cream dripping and wetting my knickers, until I’m grinding on the floor for any type of release. But I won’t get one. He keeps me on that edge, not even allowing himself his own release as he drives into my mouth.
“Who do you belong to?” he snarls.
I whimper around his cock, sucking him deeper, and he narrows his eyes. “Lexi, I asked you a fucking question. Who do you belong to?”
I pull my mouth free, saliva dripping between his cock and my mouth as I swallow rapidly and sit taller under his gaze. Some might wither, some might think the control we have over each other is too much, but it empowers me. This big, dangerous man is all mine, and I am all his.
“You, you, you,” I whisper, and he nods.
“Good girl,” he purrs. “There’s my angel. I lost you for a moment, never do that again. I don’t want to see those doubts in your eyes again, not ever. If I do, I will march you straight outside and fuck you in front of everyone until you and they realise who you are to me, Angel. Understood?”
I nod, reaching desperately for his cock with my mouth.
He holds me off of it for a moment, teasing me as I lick my lips, craving the feel of him in my mouth, experiencing and tasting his release. Only when he’s sure I understand what he’s saying does he drag me back down. I open my mouth and hold on as he gives up fighting his release.
Using my hair, he guides me back and forth on his cock, fucking my mouth like he does my pussy until, with a groan, he explodes. He thrusts deeper, forcing his cock and cum down my throat as I swallow and swallow until he pulls free. I fall back panting, my lips and cheeks hurting, but love fills my heart.
Those doubts disappear. I’m still his, he’s still mine. Nothing is coming between that.
He slips to the floor and pulls me into his arms. “I love you, Angel, always. Never doubt that or us again,” he murmurs, kissing my head.
“What’s wrong then?” I query, leaning into his chest as he cuddles me on the floor of the kitchen. He strokes along my back and pulls me into his lap, holding me so sweetly, it’s at odds with how he just fucked my mouth.
He sighs and kisses my head, like he can’t bring himself to say the next words. “Justin, he came here last night with a threat. I told him to leave, I disowned him. Next time he comes near you, you will call the police,