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She bobbed her head fore and aft like a dick sucking she-devil. Each stroke of her mouth convinced me her claim of “owning” me was accurate, and it scared me to death. Despite that fear, I couldn’t pull away.

I didn’t want to, either.

I was too busy watching a miracle unfold.

Her throat swelled as my shaft disappeared into it. When her ruby red lower lip came to rest against my tight scrotum, she paused, held her position for a few seconds, and then slowly pulled away. One inch at a time, proof of what she’d accomplished slid free of her wet mouth.

I gasped in disbelief of the sight. Uncertain of how long I could last, and even more uncertain that I wanted to take the chance of being owned by any woman, I considered pulling free, running to my bike, and riding away into the night’s darkness.

Instead, I planted my feet and prepared for the inevitable.

She reached for my ass, gripped it tightly in her hands, and took my hard shaft into her throat. After a shorter pause than normal, she pulled away, only to immediately take it deep into her throat again.

I was no longer a badass, a 1%er, or a man capable of resolving even a simple problem. She had sucked me into a submissive state of being. At that moment, I was truly hers.

Repeatedly, she took me into her throat without pause. With a blowjob-induced heart attack merely seconds away from becoming reality, she pulled free and gulped a breath.

I gulped one right along with her.

Like a teen who was experiencing his first sexual encounter, I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet, fearing what was next.

She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. Hoping to take control of the situation, I locked eyes with her. She smiled. My eyes thinned. In response, she drew a slow breath, opened her mouth wide, and engulfed my entire length.

My cock disappeared into her mouth time and time again. My scrotum tightened. No more than two or three minutes had unfolded since she began her dick-sucking onslaught, but there was nothing I could do to prolong the event any longer. She’d taken me to the brink, and I was about to explode.

Wide-eyed, I stared in awe of what she’d accomplished.

My body tensed.

Two strokes of her mouth later, I moaned defeat as cum pulsed from the tip of my swollen cock into her warm, wet throat.

Only after she swallowed the last drop did she pull free. Then, after licking the tip clean, she looked up at me and gave me a confident smile.

She was right.

At that moment, she owned me.