Say, "I want you to suck my cock."
From Create Your Own Story
"I want you to suck my cock," Dez said.
Jan groaned. "All right, fine. Untie me and--"
"No," Dez said, climbing off the bed and unbuttoning his pants. "After." He kicked off his shoes and let his pants drop to the floor, one hand stroking his hard cock as he walked around the bed and knelt at Jan's head. "Open your mouth," he said, touching the head of his cock to Jan's lips, "and no teeth, or I'll put that thing back in you."
Jan tipped his head back and his lips parted, his hot tongue snaking out to swirl around the head before Dez leaned forward, stretching out above him and sliding his cock down Jan's throat. He began to work his hips, thrusting in and out, his balls slapping Jan in the face. Jan didn't seem to mind. He sucked hard, turning his head from side to side and letting Dez's cockhead rub against his cheek and tongue.
"You're good at this," Dez said, his voice breathless and husky.
"'anks," Jan said. Dez clenched his fists, grabbing handfuls of the wrinkled sheet as he forced himself deep and held himself there, shuddering as Jan tried to breathe, tried to swallow, tried to pull away and couldn't. He pulled back, allowed Jan a single gasping breath before he filled him again. He'd never had anyone at his mercy like this before. The power was exhilarating.
Dez pulled out, the air cold on his slick cock, and watched Jan gasp as he caught his breath. Jan looked up at him, clearly not happy, but Dez just pumped himself with one hand and leaned back over him.
"Open up," Dez said, offering him the head again. "Suck it. Use your tongue." Jan obeyed, sliding his tongue around the rim, pushing the tip into the slit, stroking and rubbing at that spot just underneath. Dez stroked himself, his breath quickening as he felt himself getting ready to come. Should he fill Jan's mouth, or pull out and spill himself across Jan's chest? He had better decide quickly.
Dez should...
