“Two.”
Her tongue swirled desperately, cheeks hollowing.
“Three.”
I pulled out completely. She chased me with a broken, needy whine, drool connecting her lips to my cock.
“No… please…”
“Quiet.” I tapped my heavy cock against her cheek with a wet smack, leaving a trail of her spit and my precum. “You get what I give you. Beg again.”
She did. Beautifully. Tears of pure frustration and overwhelming lust shining in her eyes as she pleaded with me like her life depended on it.
I let her have my cock again, feeding her more this time.
“One… Two… Three… Four. Five.”
Each second I held it in her mouth, she sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, trying desperately to take more. Each time I pulled out, she looked more wrecked, drool dripping down her chin, tears streaming, body trembling with denied need.
By the time I reached ten, she was a complete mess, with drool coating her chin and dripping onto her heaving tits, tears on her lashes, hips grinding desperately against nothing, her pussy visibly clenching and leaking onto the sheets.
“You’re not sucking my cock, Aurora,” I told her, voice low and vicious. “You’re fucking it with that greedy little mouth for the pathetic seconds I allow. And you still don’t get to cum. You don’t even get to have it properly. You’re just a desperate little toy right now.”
I slid back in deeper.
“Fifteen seconds this time. Count in your head. If you lose count, I stop completely.”
Her eyes widened in panic and raw lust. I watched her struggle, lips obscenely stretched around my thick shaft, throat working as she tried to count while I slowly fucked her mouth in shallow, controlled thrusts. The wet, gagging sounds were obscene. Her mascara ran in black streaks down her cheeks.
Every time her eyes fluttered like she was losing focus, I pulled out.
“Start over.”
The mindfuck was perfect. She was breaking so beautifully, reduced to nothing but a desperate, timed hole for my cock while I verbally destroyed her.
“Look at me,” I commanded as I fed her another long stretch, pushing deeper into her throat. “While you’re choking on my cock for a few seconds, I’m thinking about breeding you. About pinning you down and pumping this tight virgin cunt full of cum until it overflows. About watching your belly swell with my baby while you still taste me on your tongue for days.”
She moaned loudly around me, thighs shaking violently, fresh arousal dripping down her legs.
“Twenty seconds,” I growled. “Hold it. Suck like you mean it. Show me how badly you want to be my breeding whore.”
Her eyes rolled back. She was gone, completely lost in the torture and pleasure I was giving her, gagging and moaning and crying around my cock.
When I finally pulled out for the last time, strings of thick spit connecting her lips to my throbbing length, she was sobbing with raw, overwhelming need.
She stared up at me with wild, glassy eyes.
“Please, Santino,” she begged, voice hoarse and shattered. “Fuck me. I can’t take it anymore. I need your cock inside me. Please fuck me raw… please, I’m begging you…”
I grabbed her by the throat, firm and possessive, and pushed her flat onto her back. I loomed over her, my heavy cock dragging across her soaked, puffy pussy, spreading her wetness everywhere. The scent of her arousal was thick in the air, sweet and musky, driving me insane.
“You think you deserve to be fucked?” I growled, slowly rubbing the thick head up and down her slit, teasing her entrance mercilessly. “After acting like such a desperate little cockslut for me?”
She whimpered, hips rolling desperately, trying to impale herself. I pinned her hips down harder with one hand.
“I’ve been thinking about this tight virgin cunt all day,” I said darkly, pressing just the tip inside before pulling back out. “And you think you can just beg so sweetly and get it?”
“Please,” she cried, tears spilling freely, legs wrapping around me. “I need it so bad. I need you to fuck me hard. Please, Santino, ruin me…”