Page 77 of Crave Me

I reached out and traced them lightly. His breath quickened, his cock jerking at my touch.

I pulled away, then eased the covers up to his waist.

A smile ghosted his lips and then his voice sounded, all rough with sleep, “Too much temptation, huh?”

“How long have you been awake?”

He opened his eyes, mischief shining forth. “Since you started feeling me up.”

I rolled my eyes.

He grinned and shifted a little, propping his head up on the pillow with his elbow as he studied me. “Looks like you got a good night’s sleep finally.”

“I did, yes. Thanks for that.”

“Happy to serve.” He reached out and traced his fingers over my wolf tattoo. “I like this.”

“The blood aspect, no doubt.”

“And the gnashing teeth.” He lightly scratched over the teeth and a tremble of awareness rolled through me, waking my cock up in an instant.

Well, there was definitely still a holdover from what had happened last night.

Our gazes clashed, intensity flaring.

In the next second, I was ripping the covers down then rolling on top of him, slapping my palms down either side of his head as I dipped down and scraped my teeth over the side of his throat.

A delicious guttural sound rumbled from him just like those I’d had spilling from his lips last night. “Fucking hot as the fires of hell,” I said, between nips to his jaw and flicks of my tongue all over that delectable rough stubble. Mmm.

He fisted his hands in my long hair, tugging painfully and making my cock thicken, as he then used his hold to wrench my head down to his chest.

I grinned up at him as I slicked my tongue all over his abs, tracing his tattoos with hot, long licks that had him undulating beneath me and trying to grind his cock against mine.

I grasped his ass in both hands, then shifted and rubbed my cock right over his.

“Fuck… those piercings,” he moaned, tugging at my hair in his building need.

I was right there with him on that and in the next moment, I was pulling my hair from his grip, then moving between his legs. I forced his thighs wide open then dove down on his massive cock, swallowing him deep down my throat.

“Ungh… Caspian… fuck.”

His hands were back in my hair then, trying to take control, fighting with me.

Incredible.

I wanted it, I wanted the fight, the aggressive push and pull of it.

I dug my blunt nails into the backs of his hands and he hissed, pre-cum leaking into my mouth. Mmm. He was getting off on this just as much as I was.

In the next second, he executed a series of rapid-fire fight moves that broke my grip on his hands and had me rolling onto my back with him on top of me.

He slammed my hands down either side of my head on the pillow and then he was sliding his cock along mine. He picked up his pace quickly and it became rough and wild as he rutted on me, his long dick fucking up against mine, rubbing hard and fast, the friction at an insane level.

He was all over me then, biting my abs, my pecs, my nipples, then breaking his grip on my hands and scratching brutally hard all the way down my chest, drawing pearls of blood along the way.

“Asher… Jesus fuck.,” I groaned, reaching down and wrapping both our cocks in my hand.

“Yeah… shit… ungh, King,” he rasped as he fucked into my hand, the both of us losing our shit all over each other as the pleasure built and trapped us in a violent whirlwind of carnality and bliss.

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