《Anakin x reader smut - multiple stories》Gag
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There were times that you and Anakin both needed this. For you the release of letting go and not being in charge for once, for Anakin sometimes he needed to let out his pent up feelings. Tonight Anakin had been particularly rough, shoving you against the wall to press a passionate kiss to your mouth the minute you walked into your shared quarters. His hand had firmly grasped your jaw, squeezing until a whimper flew from your lips as he hissed out, "You gonna be a good girl for me and suck my cock?"
You nodded, eyes still wide from surprise, and he let out a pleased groan - face shifting to a smug smirk. His hand left your jaw to push down on your shoulders as he tilted his head at you, eyes narrowing, "I knew you'd say yes for me, always so eager for me to fuck your holes, dirty slut."
Your face heated while your cunt clenched at his words, unable to help how much you loved when he got aggressive with you. Sinking to your knees your hands made quick work of pulling his cock free from his pants and your breath hitched at his glistening tip. He must have been waiting for you for quite a while if his throbbing dick was any indication, precum coating his tip invitingly. You must have been taking too long for Anakin as he yanked your head back harshly by your hair and another whimper flew from your mouth as his length made contact with your cheek. A small noise of embarrassment slipped through your lips as Anakin slapped your cheek with his cock and a growl of, "Open up filthy girl," left his throat. Obeying you let your mouth fall open, eyes crossing slightly as you tried to watch his dick. Ani groaned, settling his tip on your tongue and sliding back and forth a few times, his length slipping to the back of your mouth and causing you to tense. His hand soothed the back of your head as he cooed out an order to suck his cock and you enclosed your lips around his girth, bobbing your head back and forth.
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You continued this for a minute, maybe a bit longer, until you slid him fully into your mouth - nose pressing into his pelvis and your throat squeezing around him. Just as you made to pull back Ani's hand pressed hard on the back of your head holding you in place. Your hands flew to his thighs in a slight panic as you gagged around his cock. Anakin's hips canted forward, pressing his cock further into your throat and tears filled your eyes as he continued to gag you. As your breath became nonexistent you started to wiggle against his hand, pushing back on his thighs and Ani growled but sllowed you to pull back. Gasping for air you sank to the floor, head falling back against the wall.
You didn't notice the way Anakin moved positions until he was grasping your head with both hands and sliding his cock back into your mouth, stifling your cry of his name. He started a brutal pace, pulling your head forwards and back in time with his thrusts as gagging sounds filled the air. Your eyes were still tearing up as you looked up at him and that only spurred him on to fuck your face faster as he spit out, "That's it my little whore, take my cock like a good girl and maybe I'll let you cum."
The faster he fucked your hot mouth the more spit gathered in your cavern and on each thrust more and more dribbled out the sides of your mouth. When he pulled further back long strands of spit followed and fell down your chin as he pushed back in, you could feel how soaked the area around you mouth was and it was embarrassing how much slick rushed to your cunt because of it. After what felt like forever, it was hard to tell but your jaw was aching from how long it had been forced open by Ani's massive length, Anakin's pace slowed until he was slowly pulling himself back only to plunge back into your throat. This pushed the tears over the edge and you could feel a steady stream trickling down your face. Ani cooed mockingly at you as he asked, "What's wrong? Did my whore take in more cock than she could handle??"
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You whimpered around him and when he pushed as far back as he could go in your throat and held you there you couldn't fight back the way your hands slapped at his thighs. Ani hissed and your hands were pinned to the wall next to your head with the force as he groaned, "Nu uh, none of that. Don't act like you dont like this, I know your cunt is drenched right now isn't it? Because you're a no good slut who's only. good. for. fucking."
Each of his last words were accentuated by his hips resuming fucking your face and you found yourself nodding in agreement as you sucked around his length like your life depended on it. Anakin moaned and his grip on your head tightened while he whimpered out, "fuck yes, just like that!"
And then he was cumming down your throat, hips pumping to ensure you swallowed down every last strand of cum that squirted out of him. You held him in your mouth until he began to soften and suckled lightly to ensure you had cleaned him up. Anakin groaned your name before he pulled you up roughly. Grabbing a handful of ass he aimed you towards the bed with a harsh slap and a quick order of, "Get on the bed, all fours. I'm not done with you yet slut."
You had a feeling you weren't going to be able to walk for days after this.
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