You slowly approach the lizard, swaying your hips sensually, enjoying every bit of his reaction. Oh he was horny, the decently sized tent in his trousers signalling that to you. But he also knew that you were unlikely to let him use it. And he was right. He wouldn’t be putting his cock inside you.
“Now then,” You say, as you put your hands on his shoulders. “On your knees.” You push him down.
“I-I didn’t agree to this!” He protests, as you jab his face with your now fully erect, eight inch cock.
“Aww, but you seemed so eager.” You loosened your grip, and pretended to sound disappointed.
“So, I can go then?” He seemed eager to escape, and you felt a shiver of delight run through you. It wasn’t often that you could toy with someone like this.
You forced him back down to his knees from the half standing position he’d risen to, and he yelped, and you took the opportunity to ram you cock into his mouth, almost all the way to the base, causing him to gag. “There’s my answer, pretty boy. Now suck, and if I feel any teeth…” You trailed off, grinning. Oh, he knew there’d be consequences if he made a wrong move.
So, he sucked. You kept a hand on the back of his head, keeping him from pulling off entirely. But honestly, after a minute, you knew he was terrible at it. You felt yourself going slightly flaccid. You instead chose to take matters into your own hands.
Placing another hand on the back of his head, you forced him to take your entire cock. His eyes went wide, and he choked. You tilted his head back, and started throat fucking him. You moaned as you pumped your cock in and out, returning it to full hardness. He had a wonderfully tight throat, and you ignored his weak pounding on your legs, as he gagged and choked, barely drawing enough air in between thrusts.
You could feel your orgasm approaching. And you looked down at him, grinning. “Here it comes pretty boy. Ooooh… FUCK YES!!! Take it slut!” You yelled, as you came, a thick rope of cum forcing its way into his stomach, followed by another, and another.
After a moment you pulled out of his throat, and rapidly stroked your cock, shooting another two ropes over his face, and dribbling a bit onto his shirt.
Letting go of his head, he started gagging, dry heaving, but not actually throwing up. Which was good, you’d hate to have to clean your carpets.
You took several steps back. “Ah, that’s was fun, wasn’t it? You know, I haven’t had a fuck in a week, just so you know. I can for a lot longer.” You can’t help but smirk at the trapped look on his face.
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