Submitted by megan on Sun, 02/07/2010 - 23:10
I stand with my back against the wall.
You order me to my knees. The floor is cold.
Keep your eyes here. Your voice is a growl, your eyes hold mine.
By the time I make it halfway across the room, your cock is out and in your hands. You know it's my favourite, that one. Soft at the surface.
A finger under my chin, you tip my head up. Trace a line along my jaw, pressure on my cheekbone so you can see the shadows play across my face. Press my eyelids closed, part my lips. The slap from your cock rings through my skull. My head jerks, spittle flies a slick across the floor.