Choking

His hands come around my neck, gripping and fastening his strength around my throat, steadily controlling my breathing, holding my release in his palms. I watch his eyes, the peace and calmness he reflects, the wisdom of his words aren’t needed, he’s demanding my trust. 

He leans back exposing his length, teasing me, showing me his willingness to reject my ecstasy, deny me release. I close my eyes, steady out my breathing, giving him the response he asks for. My eyes open on his hardened thrust, begging with wet desire as his thumbs press deeper into my air ways. I’m soaking him with strands of creamy dripping passion. His eyes pierce into mine, conveying more than his lips could ever. 

I raise my hips higher, strengthening and softening under him, exposing every opening to his wants, he moans, feeling me spread wider. 

I mew, gag, force my eyes to watch his, his thrusts pick up, faster, harder. My eyes water under the pressure of his palms, his stare almost vacant as his release edges closer, my lips swell and plump under the torture. 

He says “Cum.” He growls it under the desperation of his own needs. And 

Give into his command… No begging only my body submitting to him.