9 year age gap

He didn't hesitate. He didn't hesitate - I already fell to my knees under an order. It was like clockwork. I knew what I was, "what my place" was. Soft under my tongue and ache against my jaw. Growled, taunted, admired, "go lower, deeper, honey" - what were the colors? - I couldn't remember, I choke and he sighs and I moan as he moans, so familiar, so peaceful the way he mocks me. The taste front to back at the back of my throat. So, so familiar. So good. It was the drive home where I recollect my claimed face - he says something about his friends all settling down. I hug my backpack and watch Atlanta roll past out the window. He doesn't want me, just a good title for a cocksleeve. I really wish I hesitated.