Love of my Essence

Love of my Essence
 
 
On your knees, running your hands up my thighs, you place your cheek against the denim shield that covers my hard bulge and nuzzle against my heat, sinking into the comforting smell.
 
Reach up to undo my fly until you have enough access to pull my pants off you love the way my hard cock joyously bounces free. You nuzzle again, while introducing myself fully, whispering down the full hot length, of how you’re going to take care of it.
 
Your attention is focused on my full balls as you spit on them, slurp and gently suck. My sexy clean-musky smell invades your senses and you are lost in them. While your hand softly slides up and down my shaft and, purposely missing the head each time while licking my, balls and thinking about my cock leaking from the tip.
 
Forcing myself not to complete your stroke you want to tease and stroke my cock until you’ve created a puddle for you to devour.  Quickly losing patience and slipping your tongue over the top for the first time; capturing your prize. It’s seconds before you’re working your hand, mouth and throat – sucking, stroking and spitting all over it.
 
You love that hard thick cock? Yes you say in an authoritative confident voice.
The brat in me wants to see what kind of punishment you’d dish if I disagreed, but the slut wants nothing more than your ultimate pleasure, and you know the truth anyway. So with a full mouth I hum my agreement, and you smirk as you know my pussy just got wetter.
 
I slow to exaggerated movements sliding my hand up and down your shaft with a firm grip, reveling in the clacking suction sound inspired from the soaking wetness of my saliva combining with your pre cum.
 
I circle the sensitive underside with my tongue taunting that cum from your balls. I never take my eyes off you for a second, even when your head falls back in intense pleasure. I love watching you. I love listening to your moans. I love the feel of your thick-velvet-steel, strong and proud in my wet grip, on my tongue. I can taste how close you are.
 
You’re tempted to speed up for a moment to get that nut but you want me to know that you’re a perfect slut. Your perfect slut, so I savor you, with a firm easy pace, building you rock-steady, keeping you perfectly idle, in that moment, just before the moment, you’re going to cum.
 
I can feel your silent internal pleasure begging for that one perfect deep combined slurps/stroke that will push you over the edge. This moment is the only one I ever get of absolute control over you.
 
My wet fingers massage your sack as I push you deep into my gurgling throat. It’s one step to far, but I’m ready as your balls draw up and expel the essence of your freak, into my hot thirsty mouth. I don’t waste a single precious drop.
 
I can’t wait to drink of your lust.
 
By nutbuster