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inhibition, the single, focused object of my unslaked desire.
    Because while you wait for me to say yes or
no, what do you think the chances are that I’ll say anything but
yes? What do you think the chances are that this little encounter
is going to end any other way than exactly how you’re imagining it
right now, with your lips wrapped around the base of my rigid,
thrusting cock, with my hands tangled in your hair, pulling you
onto it, fucking your mouth like it was your cunt. What do you
think the chances are that this will end any other way than with my
sperm squirting over your face, your lips, your tongue and right
down your eager, hungry throat?
    And isn’t that exactly what you want, what
you crave, what you need? Do you imagine I have any choice but to
take you? Any option but to make you mine in exactly the way you
need to be mine? You have power here because of who you are and
what you are, the quintessential woman. All that counts right now
is your mouth and my cock, and you can felt the heat coming off it
even through my jeans. Move your cheek closer, feel that warmth and
look up, meet my eyes again, plead with them, beg with them, make
me know there’s nothing more you want in the world than to put your
lips on my cock. See my hand reach out to your hair, feel it tangle
tight, feel it pull you closer, firmly, slowly. Feel the touch of
the denim, just the way you imagined it, rough and smooth, with
that throbbing, solid presence swelling just beneath. Feel your
heart beat faster now, feel your breathing quicken, your nipples
stiffen, your clit get hard as your cunt gets wet.
    Rub your cheek against it, feel that heat.
Lick it honey, lick the cloth, suck against it like you could suck
that throbbing shaft right through the fabric. Feel it stiffen more
as I pull you tighter. Get your face in my crotch, inhale that
scent. Make me promises with kisses, feel your power as you hear me
growl.
    That’s the way bitch. Bitch! Do you
like it when I call you that? Do you find that degrading? And if
you do, does degradation juice your cunt? Ever see a bitch in heat,
honey? Ever see a real bitch, down on all fours, ever see the way
she gets her haunches up, flips her tail aside so the alpha wolf
can fuck her till he’s done? Bitches in heat have no shame, no
inhibitions. Bitches in heat exist to get fucked. That’s just like
you right now honey, so maybe you like to be called bitch and maybe
you don’t but it’s an accurate analogy so that’s what you’re going
to be until we’re done.
    Suck it bitch. Suck it hard, and by
now the wet spot on the front of my jeans is getting big, and it’s
time to get my cock out, get on with the job. Feel fingers tighten
in your hair while the other hand undoes my belt buckle. Hear the
jangle as it comes undone. Pop, pop, pop as the buttons come open,
easy access, imagine that. Underwear out of the way and there it
is, honey, there it is, bitch, right in your face.
    Long and thick and hard, your holy grail,
your heart’s desire and you know better than to waste time getting
it in your mouth. Hefty is the word, a cock big enough you know
you’re going to feel it take you, feel it deep, feel it hard. Rub
your cheek against it, kiss it, get to know it, you’re going to be
getting very familiar with it. Feel the texture, silk-soft over
solid steel, kiss it, lick it, taste it. Yeah taste it, there’s
that musk you scented before, so rich, so strong. Flick your tongue
over the tip, over the slit, then slide your lips down, slowly,
slowly, make it good.
    You’re wrapped around it now and your first
inhale is so full of man-musk that it nearly makes you faint. Do
you like it, bitch? You don’t need to answer, not that you could if
you wanted to now, with your mouth stuffed full of my cock. I can
hear it in the way you moan when you get your lips around it. I can
see what it does to you by the way you latch on, slip your tongue
around the taut-swollen head, by the way you slide