Succubi and the art of soul snatching

 
he stopped and said
we should take a break
 
I wiped my mouth and eyes,
took a few deep breaths
 
nodded
 
listened to the sound of the  
waves from the fifth floor
ocean front  
 
then, lying sideways on the bed
I moved his hands back
to my hair and resumed
choking him down on a  
oral sort of reverse cowgirl  
 
I moaned when he  
told me to take it
told me make it  
tighter
faster
more pressure on the head
 
until he couldn’t hold back  
and skull fucked my mouth from below,
so my entire world was
the smell of  
musk and  
man and dick,
and the sound  
of his heavy breath and my  
half-gag-swallow-squelch noise  
as he hit the  
back of my throat  
with each thrust
and pushed down far
enough to block my  
windpipe for a
beautiful moment
 
I was two hands  
on deck
fully attuned to  
his need
his desire
the way his entire body  
 
was mine for the moment
 
the sheer power of  
knowing his release was
mine to orchestrate  
 
fuck, I love that  
 
Fuck.
 
I love selfish
benevolence and  
I intended to suck his
soul out,  
like his cock
was a straw to heaven  
 
or hell
 
I moaned again,  
when he said he was close,
folded my lips over my teeth,
hollowed out my cheeks  
and pulled his cock  
with my lungs,
hand squeezing the base as
his pelvis was a piston,
frenzied to reach the end
 
His balls drew up
in my hands,  
and the  
spot under  
my untouched pussy
dampened as
I tracked his orgasm
 
from the root
to the shaft  
to the tip
where my soft tongue
covered his hole
as he convulsed  
so hard I couldn’t swallow  
fast enough,
 
his breath caught on  
a grunt deep in his chest
and he held it as he  
unloaded,
legs tight
toes curled
 
when I sat up,  
a line
of come glistening
from my  
chin down my neck
 
he leaned his head back
closed his eye  
and whispered…
 
wow
 
I bit my
numb lip
smiled
and left the room
 
so he could miss me
 
miss the part
of him
I (stole) keep safe