The light of the empty theater was dim and Master’s cock was in the back of my throat. I would be in heaven with the opportunity to taste him if he wasn’t fucking into me so fast that my tongue couldn’t register the saltiness of his precum before it spilled out the corners of my mouth mixed with saliva. I had been ordered to grip my elbows behind my back so my nails dug in a little more on each violent entry. Surely he’d scold me later for leaving marks on his property.
He slid his fingers through my hair and twined the wavy black strands around his knuckles for a reliably firm grip as he pounded away. I could take it. In fact, I loved it. Master used the hold for leverage but my head was cradled between his palms. The only thing that could make the moment more erotic was touching him…if I were stroking his soft hair underneath my fingertips while he took what he needed and gave me what I craved. All at once he stopped, cock thick and heavy on my tongue with the little hole at the tip aiming down towards my stomach. The sound I made when his balls met my chin was between a whimper and a purr. He held me there, still, for a few breathless seconds. Inhaling quickly through my nose, I opened my eyes and peered up at him. I could sense he wanted it.