She gags.
The sound shoots straight to my balls. Her throat convulses around my cock, squeezing, and I see stars.
She pulls back. Gasps for air. Saliva drips down her chin.
Then she does it again.
Takes me deep. Gags. Pulls back. Over and over. Her hand works the base where her mouth can't reach. Her other hand cups my balls, rolling them gently.
I'm going to lose my mind.
My hand moves without permission. Buries itself in her hair. Fists the strands.
She moans around my cock.
I pull. Not hard. Just enough to tilt her head back. To make her look at me with those green eyes while my cock fills her mouth.
"How much can you take?" I ask.
She doesn't answer. Can't answer. Instead, she relaxes her throat and pushes forward.
Deeper.
Deeper.
Until her nose presses against my stomach.
Holy fuck.
Tears stream down her cheeks. Her throat spasms around me. She's gagging, choking, but she doesn't pull back. Doesn't tap out.
She holds.
One second. Two. Three.
Then she pulls off with a wet gasp.
She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"Again," I say.
She obeys.
Takes me deep. Holds. Gags. Cries. Pulls back. Breathes. Does it again.
I'm fucking her throat now. Using my grip on her hair to guide her. To set the pace. She lets me. Takes everything I give her.
The pressure builds at the base of my spine. My balls tighten.
"I'm close," I warn her.
She doesn't slow down. If anything, she moves faster. Sucks harder. Her hand twists on the upstroke.
"Antonella—" My voice breaks. "Where do you want it?"
She pulls off just long enough to answer.
"Inside," she says. Her voice is wrecked. Hoarse from taking my cock. "Inside my mouth."