The Secret Journey by Paul Christian

forward, take it
in like you were starving for it. And you were starving for it,
weren’t you bitch? You are starving and now I’m feeding you,
and you’d say, “Thank-you, sir,” if you could but you can’t say
anything with my shaft in the back of your throat, so just show
your appreciation with your tongue bitch. Make it feel good for me,
because that’s what you want. You want me to feel good, right,
bitch? So good I shoot my load down your hot, eager throat. Feel it
fill your mouth, pushing in, almost too big to take.
    Both hands back in your hair now, pulling
your head back and forth, bobbing you up and down on my cock like
some kind of sucking machine. Take it bitch. Take it hard
and take it deep. God that feels so good, and you have to
understand how it makes me feel to have you kneeling for my cock
like this. It’s intense, it’s powerful, as powerful as every thrust
that forces your mouth open, hits the back of your throat.
    Am I pulling too hard on your hair, bitch? Am
I going too deep, too hard, too fast? It doesn’t really matter,
because all you’re going to get is deeper and harder and faster
from me, bitch. Let’s make the term a little more accurate. Cocksucking bitch. How does that work for you? Just think
about the way you look right now with your lips stretched tight and
your cheeks working in and out as you bob your head on my cock like
you needed it for basic survival.
    Easy little bitch. That’s accurate
too. Yeah, you’re so easy for me. You, get wet with a word, go down
with a glance. Hot little bitch. And yeah, you’re hot honey,
there’s nothing hotter in the world than you kneeling there sucking
like your life depended on it. Watch me fuck you bitch, watch my
muscles tense and clench, shoulders tight, pulling your mouth hard
onto my cock. It hurts when I pull your hair but you don’t care,
you just need to get more cock fucked into you, forced into you,
you’re all about the big splash that’s about to happen, the one gun
royal salute fired straight into you. You swallow, don’t you bitch?
You do now, let’s put it that way. You’re going to swallow every
drop, except what gets sprayed across your face.
    Hear the slither as I pull my belt out
through the loops, long and thick and shiny and black. Does that
give you a rush, bitch? Does that make you suck a little harder, a
little faster, just to show me how eager you are to please? Did you
figure out why I wear it yet? You can see it now in the corner of
your eye, doubled in one hand while the other stays in the back of
your head, setting the pace, urging you on. Feel me stiffen, get
harder, longer, thicker. Sense my balls tightening up. Come on get
me off, bitch, cocksucking bitch. Come on do it, fucking do
it. Taste the precum, bitch, leaking from the slit, flick your
tongue over it and moan in desire. How about it bitch? You
ready for it, ready for the spurt? Put your hands on my ass bitch,
feel it flexing, thrusting, riding your face. Feel the muscles
clench rigid, feel my cock swell to bursting, it was big enough
before, fucking huge now, swollen and slick with your saliva. Take
it bitch, fucking take it. You can feeling the steady throb, taste
the stream of precum, a steady flow now, rising to the final
flood.
    Look up into my eyes, bitch, beg me with
them, beg me for the finish. Hear me grunt, an inarticulate animal
sound as I fuck you faster. You’ve done this to me, reduced me from
words to noise, made me want you, need you, more, more, more.
    Yeah I can feel it now, building up inside,
getting ready to burst. You’re going to get your wish, bitch, going
to get it good and hard. You make me so fucking hot, and with one
hand I’m ripping my shirt open, sweat gleaming on my chest, then
both hands back in your hair to keep you right where I need you,
force you on and off my cock like the dirty cocksucking bitch you
are.
    Your jaw is aching now, you’ve held it wide
so long, and your scalp is sore where your hair has