A Short and Sweet Cockwarming

*Characters are in their 20s and 30s*

I fucking hate him.

My jaw is sore, my eyes are watering, and all I really want to do is take a super deep breath and swallow with my lips closed. Instead I'm laying on Jagoff's admittedly comfy couch with my head on his lap and my mouth stretched wide around his semi-hard dick, trying not to graze him with my teeth. We're entering either the 8 hour mark or the 8 minute mark (who the fuck can even tell time anymore) of me trying to keep this stupid-fucking cock in my stupid-fucking mouth without actually sucking or licking or doing any stupid-fucking thing at all.

"You'll love it," said Douchebag. "It'll make me feel so good, and I know making me feel good makes you feel good, baby."

Of course, he said this right after giving me my first ever, non self-induced orgasm. He threaded the fingers of one hand through my hair and held me so gently, grazing his thumb across my cheek. Then, he sucked my cum off the index and middle fingers of his other hand before sliding them in my mouth and pressing down on my tongue. Fuck. I tasted good on his fingers. And I felt so languid, and boneless, and floaty. And Dickface didn't look like a dickface then. He looked like a fallen angel, with those intense brown eyes, and those full eyebrows, and that cut jawline. God, I would've done anything he asked me to right then.

So, I agreed to hold his cock in my mouth. I mean, he didn't even ask for a blowjob. It was just, "Please pretty girl, I wanna watch a movie and play with your hair while you keep my dick warm." Sounds easy right? Like, I wouldn't even really have to do any work. AND I would get my hair played with? I fucking love when a guy plays with my hair.

"Sure, that could be fun." I said it shyly. The air around us felt heavy. I found it hard to look directly into Fucknugget's eyes. But I smiled, and bit my lip, and nodded. "I've never done that before, though. You might have to tell me what to do."

"Of course, sweetheart." Jerkface had the self-satisfied smirk of a guy about to get exactly what he wanted. "Thank you angel. You are makin' my whole week right now." Bastard kissed me hard and deep, then he levered himself off my body and slid off his joggers and underwear. He lifted my head off the couch and settled me back down on his lap facing his abs. They were really nice abs, too. The hard muscle of a man who spent time at the gym, with just that bit of overlaying softness to show that he didn't eat chicken, broccoli and brown rice for every meal.

You know what else was nice? His dick. He'd gotten hard getting me off, and his dick was thick and long. Nothing intimidating, not twelve inches as thick as a coke can that would break a girl's jaw and pussy. Just a really decent, more than a mouthful.

"You ready baby?" Said Asshole as he brushed my hair out my face. "Make sure you're comfortable, 'cause you might not be able to move around much for awhile."

I kept my eyes on his cock as I squirmed a bit to get my wiggles out and find a comfortable position. "Okay, I'm ready."

"Yeah you are sweetheart. Okay, all you have to do is take as much of my cock as you can into your mouth without choking, try to keep your teeth to yourself, and be still. Got that baby? ... Oh, yeah angel, that's fucking good. Such a good girl. I'm gonna find a show to watch, alright baby?" Then Fuckity-Fucker turned on the tv and started playing with my hair as promised. Maybe three minutes later his hard-on was down to a still girthy semi, and I started calling him names in my head. This is NOT fucking easier than a blowjob!

I keep occasionally feeling like I have to gag. Every time I do, he taps my cheek until I stop and says, "No baby. Be a good girl, and breath deep through your nose. There you go. You're doing a great job. I feel fucking fantastic, and I want to keep feeling this way. You want me to feel this way, right, don't you baby? Yeah you do. Of course you do. You're a good girl. My own sweet angel. My own precious cockwarmer. That's you, isn't it baby?" And other such babbling nonsense until my breathing evens out and my body calms down.

I don't know what show he's watching or how many episodes in he is. I was calling him names to keep my brain focused on something. But now I've exhausted my list of known insults. Jacob switches from playing with my hair to lightly scratching my scalp with one hand. He slides his other hand down my body til he reaches my chest. He palms my tit, firm but not rough, and slides his callused thumb in gentle circles around my pointed nipple.

You know, I do kind of feel close to him this way. Every time I breath deep, I take in more of his scent. Sweat and skin and cedarwood and something lightly flowery. And every time I breath deep, he smells better. How? And, you know, his lap really is kind of comfortable. Plus these head scratches are making me feel a bit tingly. Overall, it's actually kind of cozy. I just want to yawn and stretch like a little cat. Jacob's little cat. Just for him. I do like making him feel good.

"...baby...sweetheart...come back, baby, you're drifting." I blink my eyes slowly, and Jacob comes back into focus. I start to smile, but it's pretty hard to do with a dick in my mouth so I try to convey the feeling with my eyes.

"There you are." Jacob smiles softly and rubs his thumb on the side of my throat, "I wanna fuck your mouth now baby, yeah? I want you to suck me until I'm fully hard again, and then I want to hold your head and fuck your mouth til I come down your sweet, tight, little throat. How does that sound, angel? It'll make me feel so fucking good. And I know you like to make me feel good, don't you sweetheart? If you're a good girl, and swallow all my cum, I'll make you cum again. Okay?" It's not really a question, but I don't think I would say no anyway. The headspace I'm in right now is only conducive to nodding yes.

"That's my girl." His smile goes from soft to devilish as his eyes glint down at me. "Suck me."

For the first time in who knows, I swallow. I slide my tongue over his dick and hollow my cheeks. I think I've been drooling this whole time because I notice that his cock is soaking. I adjust my body so that I'm slightly up on my knees and I brace my hands on his thighs. Jacob gathers up all my hair into a ponytail, but he keep his grip a bit loose until his cock is back to full mast. Which doesn't take long. Suddenly, Jacob tightens his fingers and thrusts his hips. I gag. "Yes, baby!" Another thrust, and another. Soon he's thrusting his hips in rhythm with pulling my head down into his groin. It's all I can do to keep hold of his thighs as my mouth makes an obscene "glug glug glug" noise.

"Fucking take it slut! My slut! My fucking cock-hungry whore! You fucking love this, bitch! Fuck yes. Fuck yes! There it is, baby. Swallow it all." Jacob presses me down and floods my mouth with salty semen. I don't know how I manage, but somehow I swallow everything he gives me. I look up and see Jacob gazing back with pride and pure male satisfaction.

"That was perfect, beautiful angel. Sweet, wonderful, precious girl. Such a good girl. So pretty. So lovely." I have tears in my eyes, I think there's snot coming out of my nose, and I might be about to pass out. I know I don't look lovely right now, but I believe that he believes it.

As soon as he lets go of my head, I push myself off him and collapse, gasping for air. Jacob pets my hair and my body while I collect myself. "Are you ready, baby?"

"Wha...?" I look up nervously. Ready for what? Oh my god, I don't think I can handle anything else tonight.

"I promised if you were a good girl I would give you something. And you were a very very good girl, baby. The best little cock-whore in the world." Jacob speaks tenderly, as one of his hands slides further down my body to massage my ass. "My own personal, beautiful, precious slut. You deserve a reward, don't you baby?"

I nod slowly, remembering our pre-face fucking conversation.

I can't believe I get my second non self-induced orgasm on the same night as my first.

Oh yeah. I think I fucking love him.