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“Oh fuck, don't- don't lick the slit...”
The man above you is leaning himself onto the wall, his heavy panting filling the empty room with the squelching sound of your spit going around his fully erect cock. You look up to him, caressing his thighs and pelvis gently to soothe him after you put him on the edge of his own blissful orgasm.
Your gentle moves do not match how fast you push your head back and forth to swallow him deeper, your nose hitting the soft hairs on his crotch and it tickles you. You let out a laugh, slapping his ass loudly, "Fuckin' ticklish," you murmured, voice muffled with his cock inside of your warm mouth. you spit on his cock, rolling your tongue over his tip and lick the slit, causing the masked vocalist to jerk his hips further into you.
“Please, please... it's enough. Enough...”
dear God, even his whimper sounds heavenly.
All that praising to him in your head, yet you choose to ignore his plea.
“It's enough for you, but not for me,” you chuckle as you stroke his cock with one of your hands, while the other palms his balls slowly.
A pathetic moan escapes Vessel's lips, his hips shaking and his hand reaches down to pull you off of his cock by grabbing a handful of your hair. Unfortunately, you are not going to let him do that. You proceed to swat his hand off of you, causing him to welp like a scared puppy.
“Let me be honest, I hate to keep reminding you who's in charge here, Ves.” your voice low, threatening him while you pick up the pace of stroking his cock. He's leaking with precum already, “Be good for me or I'm going to shove a damn vibrator up your ass, tie you up, and keep sucking your stupid cock like there's no tomorrow.”
Your eyes catch a little movement in front of you: his cock is twitching. You gives him a smirk and biting your lips slightly, as you graze your teeth along his shaft, licking the base of the head and planting kisses on the tip.
“Oh, what is that? Do you want it?” you tap his thigh for him to pay attention to you, and it works: he looks down to you with his mouth open, drooling like a hungry bitch.
He gives you a quick nod. You nod back at him, flashing him a smile. A winning and knowing smile.
“Alright, you can have all that. But...” you paused, kissing his thighs to tease him more, “you're not allowed to cum. How's that?” you finally give him an offer, 10 times much better but 100 times more torturing.
He shakes his head, then quickly adds, “No, no… Master, no, I'm okay with what you give to me now, t-thank you.”
You raise one brow and nod back to him. “Good. What do my needy slut say when the master gives him what he wants?” You gently slap his cock on your cheeks, grinning at him. One of your hands creeps along his long and slender calf, caressing your thumb on it.
“Thank you, Master, thank you for being so good to me…” he says with a slight smile, his drool running down his toned and sweaty torso. The black paint on his body has smeared off, exposing his raw self.
“Good boy. My best, best little slut.” You put his cock into your mouth once again before pulling it out again with a loud plop! noise and kissing his tip. His body shivers as he lets out a long sigh, swallowing back his moan.
After you feel satisfied with how good he is today, you proceed to stand up and face him. Your hands pull him into your embrace as he lays his head onto your shoulder. His cloak is soaking wet with his own sweat, his cock still hard and standing tall between you two. You pat his shoulder softly, and you can feel he is sobbing on the crook of your neck.
“You're doing an amazing job, my little wolf. Thank you for being so obedient to me.” You whisper to him, kissing his earlobe and smiling. He's nodding to your words, wrapping his arms around your waist loosely. “You deserve a reward, my love…”
He pulls up his head to look at you. All six eyes are staring into yours, all looking tired but soft at the same time.
“Yes, yes, master… thank you, what- what reward… what reward do I deserve?” he asks, his voice still a bit strained for holding back his moan too much. When you reach to cup his cheeks, he leans into your hand and kisses your palm.
You step closer to him, pulling his head down so your forehead touches his. “You can cum as much as you want tonight,” You smile at him, your fingers tugging on his hair lightly.
You let out a chuckle when he stares at you with wide six eyes, and he pulls you into his comforting hug. He's smiling, laughing, and his body warming up as he murmurs a small ‘thank you’ into your ear.