Was it wrong that little gag made him swell a little harder?

His hand traveled to the back of her head, knotting there at the base to keep her head still - and, every so often, to pull her forward, to thrust in deeper. "You like this," he murmured, every word a soft caress. "I can see it in your eyes. Such a filthy girl, to get off on this so much."

His voice was warm and full of pride. "Letting me use this lush mouth of yours over and over again...just to pull away and spend all over your perfect, pretty tits. Letting me mark you. I bet you're so wet for all this, I'll need to use that toy again. Bend you over the bed and fuck you with it..."

It was getting harder to focus on what he was saying, each thrust getting him closer to unraveling.