Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Now that’s what I call naughty.” I tsk as he whimpers, helpless from the teasing. “Will you take my load again? Drip cum all over the floor when we go back to the party?”
Killian’s breath becomes ragged, so I make him count again, my cock so very hard I can barely think.
Four. Five. Six. Seven.
I lick his asshole with the tip of my finger, then take it away, delivering another three strikes. I don’t hold back, and the tenth has my love squirming, and his ass—a red shade. But we both love it. I know we do. He even spreads his thighs wider.
“You will swallow,” I say, opening my zipper. “Come and get it.”
Killian’s legs tremble as he pulls away from the desk, eyes dazed. I grab his hand when he attempts to pull his pants up. “No. Keep them down in case I change my mind.” Also, he makes the prettiest picture like this. Dressed so refined, but his pants at his knees. It makes me feel so powerful to know he’s like this for me. To the world, he shows his spikes. For me, he kneels.
I lean my ass against the desk, and when he goes down, I pull out my cock, all hard and ready for Killian’s mouth.
“Make me come,” I tell him, painting his open lips with my pre-cum. Seeing them glisten with my own slick makes my balls throb, but I’m not done with him yet and push the head up his soft tongue. What a perfect mouth—warm, soft, a promise of constant pleasure—and it’s all mine.
“We don’t have all evening.”
I pull his head closer by the ears, wary of his gag reflex. Despite what he asked the first time he sucked me off, it’s not very sensitive. He must have just dealt with assholes whose heads I’d put on pikes if I could. Kill has such an active tongue too, quick and eager to please me as he sucks.
And most of all? He likes it. My horny boy. I can see it in his flush. In the way he looks up at me with a dreamy expression while I’m buried deep in his hot mouth.
“That’s it…” I whisper, sneaking a glance at his pink ass and imagining how he must have fingered himself with lube. Fuck, this is my personal heaven. “Ready to take me down that tight throat?”
He mumbles what sounds like a yes, so I hold his head and thrust my hips forward.
Kill’s eyes roll back, and he lets out the sexiest gurgle as I sink in until his nose is buried in my pubes. “That’s right. That’s redemption. Good boy,” I mumble, overheating already. I don’t want to stay here forever, because another guest might want to visit the library, but this stolen moment is for us, and I intend to enjoy it to the fullest.
He hollows his cheeks as I withdraw, tongue lashing my cockhead with ravenous hunger, but then I’m back deep inside him, fucking his spit-slickened hole. Saliva drizzles down his chin and forms threads between his face and my groin, but we both want to continue until passion crashes over me, and I hold my lover’s head tightly to my stomach, coming down his throat.
Kill chokes a little, but never taps out, stroking my thighs instead.
“Such a pretty and obedient mouth…” I say between one gasp and another. My sweet thing looks up at me as if he’s the one thanking me. As I back out, he even gives my cockhead one more kiss.
“Your dick is as gorgeous as the rest of you,” he says with a dreamy expression, but I’ve got no doubt he is hard as fuck, and I’m not so cruel as to ask him to go back to the party like that.
“And you deserve a reward for being good. Hands on the table,” I tell him, and he immediately obeys, placing both hands on the edge. I would have given him a hand job, but he can’t have lubed himself up for nothing, so I give his ass another slap, and then shove in two fingers.
Killian whimpers and gets to his toes, arching his ass higher. What a sight to behold. Perfect pink cheeks framed by the black straps. “Please…”
“Go on. Jerk off, mon chéri. I want you to come so hard your ass almost breaks my fingers,” I rasp, withdrawing my digits, only to slam them back in. He is perfect like this—sensitive, submissive, and mine, so I watch his flushed face, hovering over him as he touches himself with a choked moan.
He’s not taking it slow either. As soon as he slides his hand into his underwear, all bets are off. He bucks against my fingers as I fuck him with them. He’s so hot and tight I half-regret I can’t bury my dick in him now after all.