Page 61 of Breaking the Code

“Dra-Draven…” I whimper.

“I love that too. The sound o’ my name is like music when ye beg,” he says as he inhales deeply, robbing me o’ what little breath I have before capturing my mouth with his.

His tongue sweeps in, licking mine. Fucking my throat.

I’m in heaven. His callused hand drags up and down my cock, roughly. His touch is soft and light. Just enough to keep my dick straining toward him. His tongue fucking my mouth, and his fingers twisting my nipples and pulling on them.

I’m drowning in sensation. Overwhelmed by him and what he’s doing to me. Loud keening sounds fill the air, forcing their way past my tongue. They don’t stop. The sound is constant, echoing off the walls every time he allows me a quick breath.

Spasms run through me, my back arching toward him. I’m going to burst. I need more.

“More, Daddy. Please!” I yell.

Instead of more, everything vanishes. He disappears. His mouth. His hands. They’re gone. My eyes, which I didn’t know were closed, fly open.

“What…umm…”

Draven is sitting back on his heels between my thighs, stroking himself. That big, beautiful cock, hard and purple, slides through his fist. The tip glistens in what little light there is in the room.

My mouth falls open and dries out as I watch him. My breath comes in harsh pants at the God between my splayed legs.

“Punishment, lilla du. Ye willnae come until I say so. Ye will watch me jerk off. Then ye’ll clean up the mess. If ye get me hard again, I’ll think about letting ye get off.”

I whimper and whine. This is so not fair. I want him. Need him. And he denies me. My heart hurts.

“Keep your eyes on my cock,” he orders.

As if I could look away. He wraps his hand around his length and strokes himself. Groans and grunts fill the room, echoing off the concrete walls.

I reach for him, desperate, only to be growled at.

“I’ll strap tennis balls tae yer hands and fasten yer arms tae yer sides so ye cannot move, lilla du. Be a good boy and watch. I want ye to get yer prize, but first, ye have to earn it,” he says.

“I want that.”

“I ken, so do as I say, so we can both be rewarded.”

Sliding my hands up under the pillow that I’m lying on, I remind myself that if I’m good, I’ll get to taste him before he rails my ass. I lock eyes on his cock. Saliva gathers in my mouth at the sight of it in his even bigger hand.

Hoping I won’t get into trouble, I swallow, knowing I shouldn’t provoke him, but I’m unable to help myself. “I love your cock, Daddy. I can’t wait to clean up your cum.”

“Iffn you do nae shut it, ghille, I’m going to shove my cock into that wee little throat o’ yers, and ye will nae taste a thing cause I’ll fill yer belly with my cum,” he growls as his hand speeds up and loses the rhythm.

He wraps his hand around my neck and pulls me toward him as he rises to his knees. The difference in size puts that big, purple cock right in front of my mouth. Drool pools and runs down my chin as I lean toward him.

“Fuck! Look at ye,” he groans. “Ye’re a mess, and I’ve nae gotten inside ye yet.”

I look up at him through my lashes as he pushes inside, barely giving me time to cover my teeth. He likes the rough, sharp edge of my teeth scraping over his sensitive flesh.

“That’s it, ghille, gimme that mouth o’ yers,” he groans as he shoves my face into his groin, fucking my face and throat. His thick shaft cuts off my air and gags me. I panic at first. I always do, but I force my mind to stay calm and remind myself to breathe through my nose.

Gagging on him makes him growl and thrust harder and faster. Until, suddenly, he floods my mouth. His cum spurting down my throat.

“Swallow every drop, and iffn ye want to get fucked, then ye best keep me hard.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

DRAVEN

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