Not so casual anymore

I have been hooking up with this guy casually for a couple months. Nothing serious, just stupid hot chemistry and the kind of sex that makes you feel like your brain fell out of your pussy.

Last night we were watching a movie at his place and he was being all annoying flirty. Pulling me onto his lap, kissing my neck, sliding his hand under my hoodie like he owned me. I figured we would fuck like normal, but he surprised me by tilting my head back and saying, “Open your mouth.”

I did. Immediately.

He stood up, pulled his sweats down, and started fucking my throat in this slow controlled way that made my whole body shake. I had tears running down my face, spit everywhere, and his fingers tangled in my hair like he was holding a handle. When he started going deeper, I grabbed both his thighs and just let him.

I do not know why, but something about having him use me like that flipped a switch in my brain. He pulled out for a second, wiped my tears with his thumb and whispered, “Look at you. Such a good little thing.”

And I moaned.

A real, pathetic, porn level moan.

He laughed under his breath and asked, “You like that?”

And instead of saying something normal like “yes” or “shut up,” I choked out:

“I like when you make me feel like a slut.”

It slipped out. I did not plan it. But you should have seen his face.

He grabbed my jaw, pushed his dick back into my mouth so deep my eyes rolled, and said, “Then be one.”

I came. From that. From being told to be a slut with my mouth full.

Afterwards he pulled me onto the couch, still shaking, and told me he is not letting me pretend this is casual anymore.