Blow job? (Michael)

He has got me pinned to the bed, he's on top of me, kissing. He pins my wrists above my head. I fake some great escape, I don't fight too hard, but he's stronger than me anyway. He's slobbering on me, biting me, he pulls my top down and I hear some stitching snap. He pulls out my breasts and twists my nipples in his finger tips. I squeak piteously in pain. My cunt is getting wet.

He moves his body towards my face. Uses his knees to hold down my shoulders. I cannot move now. I hear the crack of his button and zip and he pulls out his cock. Hard and twitching. Silken with pre-cum. He unceremoniously pushes himself into my mouth. I begin to suck.

I love to suck but sucking isn't enough. He jams his cock down my throat. Again and again and again. I begin to choke and splutter. My face is starting to cover in my own spit and I can barely breath. He wraps his hand around my throat and pushes down hard. The feeling is intense. It's difficult staying in the room. I can hear that rushing ocean sound as blood pours out of my brain.

He trades his options, wraps his fingers around the back of my head and into my hair, yanks me upright towards his cock. My neck strains and hurts. I'm afraid right now. It feels amazing. Makeup is smeared down my face. My eyes cry and water as my pursed lips slide up and down the length of him.

He pulls his hand back. Drops my head onto the pillow with a light thud and starts to smack me against the cheek. Softer then hard. Good and hard. I love it. He's stopped caring about me now. I look at his face. Im
half in ecstasy, half begging it to be over.

He stares at me wild. He looks past me, through me, straight at me, clear and transparent, nothing and no one. Everything in that moment.

He mutters at me in a growl.

"Open your mouth".

I open my lips as wide as I can. He tightly pinches my jaw and rests the base of his palm against the centre of my throat. I choke and cough in discomfort. I watch him slide his free hand up and down his cock. The energy and tension is palpable. I snivel and my face itches, it's so difficult to breath. I want him to come so badly, I want to taste him so much, I want to pass out and wake up and for it never to stop.

And so he does. I close my eyes. He completely covers my face in effluence. Im a canvas and a slut and mess of degradation. He uses his cock to smear it into my eyes and his hand to scrunch it into my hair. I moan, confused, excited, fearful and gratified. Sad it's over.

I open my eyes. He's looking down at me, a gentle spent calm has filled him up. I fix my gaze with his, he smiles at me and hocks a hard gob of spit into my eyes.

I remember that moment for the rest of the evening, every time I touch him or he touches me or fucks me. I think about that and I come so hard.