Kinktober | June x f!Traveler - Choking (Patreon)

My mouth breaks open in a moan as June slows down his thrusts, burying his head on my neck and nibbling not so gently on my skin.

Every touch of his is electrifying, and I shiver when his calloused fingers trail a searing path on the side of my breast, up my collarbone, until he stops by my neck, propping himself up with his other arm, gray eyes locked in mine.

And I know what he wants. What he needs.

With a crooked smile on my lips, I take his hand with mine, wrapping his fingers around my neck.

“I know you want this,” I say, biting down on my lower lip when June thrusts once more, hard and deep before coming to a stop, his eyes widening ever so slightly as he looks down at me, a green haze clouding them. “You know I want it too.”

His fingers twitch in my neck, the muscles on his arm tense and coiled under my touch, and I’m reminded of how frail I am under his touch, how easily he could snap and break me with his bare hands.

If I’m to be fully honest with myself, the thought actually turns me on, and the building pressure in my core is proof of that.

But I know he won’t. No matter how clouded with green his eyes get, I can see mind blowing love in them. No matter how strong and rough his grip on me is, there always is care and affection overflowing in his every touch.

And most importantly, I trust him.

I trust him to fuck me seven ways to Sunday, to use me, to utterly wreck me -- because I’m not made of glass.

I remember the first time we did this, how hesitant he’d been at first, despite the desperate need in his eyes to take control of something, to let loose and just be himself, to own his own strength. Don’t get me wrong, June always looks hot to me, but when he’s unleashed, when he’s totally in control of something -- of me… my knees grow weak from the mere thought of it.

June’s throat bobs up and down, and his hand tightens around my neck, his fingers squeezing it on the sides just enough to slow down my air intake.

Fisting his other hand on the bed sheets next to my head, he starts thrusting again, his cock filling me up so deep that every time our hips collide I’m pushed up, making his hold on my neck ever so tighter.

My mouth pops open as I gasp for air, but a moan comes out instead. I’m lightheaded and my senses incredibly heightened, the high from being choked makes my core tighten, my body begging for release from the pleasure June’s building up in me.

I spread my legs a bit more, licking my lips as I look at June with hooded eyes, the need for more almost unbearable as he loosens his hold on my neck for a moment, letting me catch my breath.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, begging as I hook my legs around his waist when I feel him slowing down. “Fuck me harder, Juniper.”

A low growl rumbles in his chest, and a small, bone-chilling smile graces his lips.

“As you wish, Princess.”

And he complies.

His hands tighten around my neck once more, harder than before, and he ups his pace, each and every thrust is hard and deep, reaching that spot in me that has me rolling my eyes and my body quivering.

I can already tell my body is going to be sore and bruised when morning comes, but it feels so good I can’t bring myself to care.

The pain and pleasure June is giving me is intensified by the way he chokes me. I can tell I’m about to come, my core coiled and hot, and I’m completely lost in him.

His name spills out of my lips, my head thrown back as white hot pleasure explodes in me. I’m dizzy, moaning loudly as my whole body twitches under his hands.

June lets go of my neck and buries himself against it instead, his hips relentlessly crashing against mine in uneven thrusts as he seeks his own release, his breath hot and heavy on my neck.

With a loud groan, June comes, thrusting a few more times in me as he rides out his orgasm, his tense muscles slowly uncoiling under my hands, his breath slowing down as he comes to a stop.

“That was…” I say under my breath with a chuckle, my mind still reeling from the pleasure high I’d just been on.

June laughs, the rumbling on his chest running through mine as he pushes himself up, eyes back to their regular gray. “Are you ready to sleep now?”

I barely entertain the thought, smirking as I shake my head in denial and run my hands up his chest, feeling every scar, every muscle; he sucks in a sharp breath as he pulls his cock out of me and I moan, the sensation of his and my fluids spilling out of my pussy lighting a fire in me that only June can put out.

Without another word, June pushes himself up and rolls me around, laying back down behind me, his calloused hands running up my thigh, squeezing my hips as he pulls me hard against him.

His cock twitches against my ass as he pulls my leg up, angling himself against my entrance with a light kiss on my neck, and I smile unabashedly as I bask in the knowledge that June has enough stamina to last all night long.

“Good,” he growls under my ear. “Because neither am I.”