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Under The Influence of You 𝜗𝜚 John Price

Kinktober Day XIII: Blowjobs

summary: hubby works too long and too hard he deserves some lovin’ for taking such good care of you tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, oral sex (m!receiving), praise, fluff, dom!john, sub!reader wc: 1k

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“That’s it, sweet girl…nice and easy,” John purred from above you, one hand pressing behind your head as he eased his cock further down your throat. His blue eyes squinted in pleasure, his lips pressing together as he groaned, tilting his head to the side as he watched you struggle to swallow him.

Your fingers sunk into the clothed skin of his thighs, your mouth stretching wide to accommodate his thick length until your jaw began to ache and tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to slip down your cheeks as you fought to keep them open.

He let out a low, satisfied grunt at your efforts, the sound vibrating through his body and making his muscles tense under your fingers.

Appreciating your dedication despite the apparent discomfort with a slight twinge of concern for your well-being, John tightened his grip on your head, guiding your movements with a gentle but firm rhythm.

"Good job," he praised huskily, moaning your name as he watched your tears fall silently onto his thighs. "Just take your time; I'm not going anywhere." His other hand gently brushed away a stray strand of hair that clung to the side of your face, his thumb lingering to trace the line of your jaw before he returned it to his side, allowing you to focus on pleasuring him without distraction.

"Mmm," he approvingly hummed as you followed his lead, his hips rolling slightly in sync with your bobbing head. The salty taste of him filled your mouth, and the intimate sight of you serving him served to heighten his arousal.

Despite the urgency building in his core, John forced himself to remain patient and controlled, taking shallow breaths to maintain composure. His heart rate sped up, each pulse echoing in his ears as he watched your lips slide up and down his length, reddened by your efforts. He tightened his abs, fighting the instinctual need to thrust deeper and take control, reminding himself to let you set the pace.

"Just like that," he encouraged, his voice strained yet steady. His hand continued its gentle massage of your scalp, his fingers tangling in your hair as you worked diligently on his cock. His breathing grew heavier, matching the tempo of your movements. He leaned back against the wall, allowing himself to fully enjoy the sensation of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him.

His eyes never left your face, watching your expression morph from determination to pleasure and back again. The sounds of your muffled moans filled the room, causing his arousal to spike further.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked gruffly, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. His grip on your head tightened ever so slightly, urging you to take him deeper. The muscles in his thighs twitched as he fought the urge to buck his hips forward, wanting to savor the sensation of you pleasuring him without overwhelming you. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with the effort of maintaining control.

"You're doing so well," he praised, his voice laced with raw emotion. "Fuck," John muttered, his eyes momentarily closing as he fought against the pleasure building inside him. The wet, warm sensation of your mouth was almost too much to handle, but he couldn't deny how incredible it felt to have you willingly submit to him in this way.

His breath hitched as you took him deeper than before, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each determined stroke. The combination of your saliva and his precum made for an erotic slickness that only heightened the experience. He opened his eyes, meeting your watery gaze, and gave a curt nod of approval.

"That's right," he growled softly, "take it all." He could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, a familiar warmth spreading throughout his body as he neared climax. His grip on your head became firmer, his fingers massaging your scalp more urgently.

Price's hips started to move in shallow thrusts, guiding your head as you continued to suck him off. He couldn't remember the last time someone had taken such good care of him, which made him feel humbled and empowered. With each stroke, his movements grew more insistent, his breathing becoming ragged.

He called your name, his voice straining with restraint, "I'm getting close." He wanted you to be prepared for his release, to know that you had brought him to the edge and pushed him over.

His entire body tensed, muscles coiled like a spring about to snap, as he tried to hold off just a little longer to draw out the exquisite sensations. But it was no use; the dam broke, and with a final, guttural groan, he came hard in your mouth, filling it with hot, thick ropes of semen. John watched your reaction closely, seeing the slight surprise in your eyes before they fluttered closed, and you swallowed every drop, milking him for all he was worth.

As his orgasm subsided, he released his grip on your head, allowing you to pull back slowly, gasping for air as you did so. He smiled. Once you finished, John Price's chest rapidly rose and fell as he regained his breath, his eyes still locked onto yours. He cupped your cheek, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb before pulling you up to stand before him.

He took a deep breath, savoring the aftermath of pleasure that still coursed through his veins. His gaze softened as he looked at you, thumb lingering on your cheek before he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your lips. "Thank you," he murmured with genuine gratitude in his voice.

The moment's intensity lingered in the air, and he could see the lingering mix of emotions on your face. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest as he held you in a protective embrace.

“Pretty girl,” he cooed, kissing the corner of your mouth, his lips stretching into a grin as you turned your head to capture them in yours. “Should I return the favor?”

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