Kitten,

Your Querido is feeling selfish.

What I want, my darling little one, is to sit back comfortably in my chair while you kneel, naked, between my legs, and suck my cock for hours.

I imagine your elbows resting on my legs, my fingers gliding through your hair. From time to time I slip my hand around your neck and hold you still, or take your head in both hands and slowly guide it up and down.

Sometimes I command you. “All the way down, Kitten. Now.” Then I thrust into your throat and hold you there, tightly, and you wait for me to let you up to breathe. While you wait, you hold your hands just above my legs, not touching me, knowing I’ll release you in time. Trusting me, depending on me, knowing you don’t have any choices — but knowing that I won’t keep my cock so deep for too long.

Usually, after I thrust into your throat like that, I give you a little rest. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I do it two or three times in a row, so that you barely have a chance to breathe between my deep thrusts. Then your eyes water, and you can’t swallow fast enough, and you gasp and gag when I pull my cock out of your throat. Finally I take it out of your mouth and rest it against your face, and you slide your cheek up and down the length of my hard cock, holding it against you, feeling it against your skin, before I thrust it back into your throat.

Always, I watch you. Always, when you take my cock in your mouth, I watch you. I watch your lips sliding down my cock, I hold your hair out of your face so that I can see you better. I look at your fingers curled around my shaft, holding it tightly, as your lips move wetly along. I tell you to look at me, knowing how hard it is for you, but you do: I meet your eyes for just a moment before you close them again and suck hard on my cock. And I push your head back down and hold it tightly, without warning, as you hold your breath and feel my cock in your throat.

Kitten, you’ll suck my cock with your hands tied in front of you, tied behind your back, tied to the bed. You’ll do it kneeling, sitting, standing bending over, on your hands and knees. In my car, in my bed, in my office. In a hotel room, for hours on end. Always, everywhere, every chance I have, I’ll make you kneel, I’ll take your chin in my hand and tell you to hope your mouth, to “look at me, Kitten. Open your mouth. Good girl.” And I’ll have you.

Love,
And Selfishly,
YOUR Querido