You had told me that your preference was for me to come on you, not in your mouth.
I had told you that my preference was to come down your fucking throat.
I plunge my cock deep into your mouth, and I shoot my come to the back. You choke a little – it was surprisingly much.
I hold your head on me while I shudder, while the orgasm gradually abates.
Finally, finally, I draw my cock slowly out of your mouth.
You look up at me.
“May I come now?” you ask, after licking your lips clean.
“Why should I let you come now? Why do you want to come now?”
“I want to come. I need to come.”
“No. That’s not good enough. I’m sorry.”
“I’m begging you.”
“I told you: no.”
“Why not?” You’re pouting, almost whining.
“You weren’t listening. Think about what I said.”
My cock is softening now, though I’m still stroking it, just inches from your face.
“May I come for you?” you ask, tentatively.
“Yes, for you. I want to give you my orgasm. I want to come for you.”
“You want to come for me?” I smile, slightly, and my cock grows harder.
“I need to come for you.” My cock is now fully hard.
“First, suck my cock again,” I say.
And you do.