**Title: Own It**

The room was pitch black, just the way we liked it. The only sounds were the rustling of sheets and my heavy breathing as I knelt between his legs. The air smelled like sweat, musk, and the faintest hint of his precum—something I’d grown addicted to.

“You sure you wanna do this?” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

I didn’t answer, just wrapped my fingers around his thick cock, already slick from the way I’d been teasing him. His hips jerked as I stroked him slowly, feeling him pulse in my grip. I could barely see him in the dark, but I knew his body better than my own—the way his thighs tensed when he was close, how his stomach tightened just before he came.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” he groaned, reaching down to squeeze my shoulder.

I lowered my head, taking his cock into my mouth, my tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft. His breath hitched, fingers tangling in my hair as I sucked him deeper. The taste of him was intoxicating, salty and warm, and I hollowed my cheeks, working him faster until I could feel his balls tightening against my chin.

“Shit, I’m gonna—” He cut himself off with a groan, his hips bucking as his cum flooded my mouth.

I swallowed without hesitation, savoring the thick, bitter load, but I wasn’t done yet. I pulled off his cock, letting the last few spurts land on my tongue before I leaned back, panting. His hand slid down to grip mine, guiding it up to his still-hard dick.

“Now clean it,” he ordered, voice rough.

I licked my lips, then wrapped my fingers around his shaft again, gathering up the sticky mess he’d left on his skin. My heart raced as I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting myself on him.

“Look at you,” he murmured, shifting on the bed. “You love it, don’t you?”

I moaned around my fingers, nodding as I sucked them clean. The humiliation burned hot in my chest, mixing with the arousal until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

“Good boy,” he whispered, then hooked his foot under my chin, tilting my head up. “Now get back to work.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I bent forward again, my tongue flicking over his swollen cockhead as his toes brushed against my cheek. The scent of his skin—musky and warm—filled my nose, and I groaned, lost in the filthy pleasure of serving him completely.

His foot pressed harder against my face, nudging me into place as I sucked him back to full hardness, ready to take whatever he gave me. Because in the dark, on my knees, there was nothing else I’d rather be doing.