I'd been sucking his cock for only a few minutes, but I could already tell he was holding himself back, trying not to cum. His left hand gripped my long, brown hair in a firm fist, keeping me focused and ensuring I could take him without distraction. His right hand stroked my head, a slow, deliberate motion, like I was his pet and he was thoroughly pleased with me.

Then, suddenly, I felt a firm but tender tug at the back of my head, and he pulled away, his cock sliding from my lips as his face came closer to mine. His mouth claimed mine in a heated kiss, his taste and dominance overwhelming my senses. His hands slid down to grab my legs, and just as I thought I'd be leaning back to let him lap me up again, he flipped me onto all fours with one smooth, effortless motion.

I let out an excited gasp - one of my favorite positions - and arched my back in anticipation, ready to feel him thrust into me.

His hands pushed my skirt up over my hips, exposing me, but it wasn't his cock I felt next.

Instead, his hand slid between my legs, one finger pushing inside me, curling in that perfect "come here" motion, while his warm, wet tongue pressed firmly into my asshole.

I yelped and whimpered, my body trembling at the unexpected, intoxicating sensation. He was taking me exactly the way he wanted - vulnerable, exposed, and utterly at his mercy.

And yet, he wasn't using me; he was worshipping me. My back arched further, my head falling forward, hair spilling over my face, but it wasn't enough to muffle my soft, hesitant moans.

His tongue lapped at me again, his fingers circling my clit with precision that made my body shudder. Then, as his touch teased me almost to the edge, he pulled back. His strong hand pressed firmly on my upper back, pushing me down, leaving me even more exposed for him.

His hands spread me open, and I felt his gaze on me - hot, intent, devouring. The mixture of nervousness and excitement surged through me, twisting into a desperate need to please him. Was he pleased with what he saw? God, I wanted him to be.

He pulled me closer, planting kisses down one ass cheek, his tongue warm and wet against my skin. His hand slid up my thigh, leaving a sharp smack on my ass that made me gasp and giggle, the sting of his palm lingering deliciously.

Then he leaned in again, one arm draped over my bent-over body, his thumb pressing firmly at the small of my back. His free hand began gently teasing my clit, drawing slow, agonizing circles until I was dripping for him. Then I felt his tongue again - not softly brushing against my pussy, but my most vulnerable spot, instead. 

I gasped, excited and pleased, all at once that he wanted more of me. 

He licked and lapped at my tight little hole, relentless and masterful, while his fingers slid in and out of my needy pussy. One became two, and before I realized it, I was grinding back against him, moaning and begging for more.

Keeping his fingers inside me, he sat back slightly, and that's when I noticed the mirror in front of me. He could see my face.

Fuck. Even more vulnerable now.

My cheeks were flushed and pink, my hair as wild as my eyes. We locked eyes for just a moment, and I could see the loss of control and mad desire written all over his face. I was his, he was in control, there was no sense in fighting it; not that I wanted to in the slightest. 

He pushed his fingers deeper into my pussy, his pace quickening as his other hand brushed over my ass cheek before circling back to his new favorite place to tease. Slowly, he slid a finger inside my ass, and the involuntary sound that came out of me - a mix between a yelp and a whimper - made him smirk.

God, it felt good.

I glanced up at the mirror, catching the fire in his eyes as he watched me. His gaze was piercing, seeing every flicker of pleasure and strain on my face.

"You can take it," he whispered, his voice dark and soothing all at once.

I moaned, my head dropping, surrendering completely. He wanted me to take everything he gave me, so l would.

His fingers moved in perfect rhythm, one thrusting deep into my ass while the others stretched and filled my pussy, making my entire body quake.

"That's a good girl," he praised, his voice drawn out, dripping with approval. "Goooood girl. That's right, you can take it."

The slight drawl in his voice sent a shiver through me, and I moaned long and loud, my ass rippling with the force of his fingers. My body began to tighten, my pussy clenching as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

"Atta girl," he cooed, his voice soft and steady as my body trembled uncontrollably.

But it didn't stop. My body kept convulsing, legs twitching as wave after wave hit me. I felt it drip down my thighs, and he licked it up like he was starving, his low moans vibrating against me. 

Finally, I collapsed onto the bed, face down, my body trembling and useless beneath me. I could feel his eyes on me, heavy with satisfaction, soaking in the mess he'd made of me. There was no hiding it - I was wrecked, and he knew it.

Slowly, I rolled over onto my back, my breaths still uneven, eyes glossy with submission, a lazy, high smile tugging at my lips. "Wow.. thank you," I foolishly giggled, my voice softer than I intended.

His gaze darkened, his lips curving into something almost predatory. "Of course, kitten," he said smoothly, reaching for me again. "Now, let's see if you can still keep up."