Page 145 of My Summer Girl

He lets out a low contented sound as he pushes his mouth forward. I want to laugh at his greediness, but I let him take. He’s so fucking eager for me.

Once his entire mouth wraps around my length, he’s purring fully. “Ah, fuck,” I pant, weaving my fingers through his loose hair. “Such a good poppet, sucking me down like you’ll never have another taste.” He lets out the littlest growl—it vibrates across me, and the sensation is unreal

I pet his head, not pushing myself into him too hard. For a first timer, he’s fucking incredible. Not that I’d have been disappointed with sloppy slurping. Even being messy is delicious as hell.

When I don’t increase my speed, he reaches behind me, his massive paw-sized hands cupping my arse.

A hiss slips free as desire rolls through me. He grips harder, pulling me to him, sucking me down harshly.

“Bloody hell, love. You’re ravenous.”

His one hand leaves my arse, trailing to my hip. Then it slides down to clench my balls. Fingers dig into me, and I nearly buckle from the pleasured pain it brings.

He uses me to drag me in and out of his mouth, desperation clinging to every movement he offers.

“Greedy, greedy. One day, I’ll teach you the rules.” I groan as he takes me all the way to his throat. I wasn’t expecting this and the fact that he’s so goddamn eager takes my breath away.

“If you’re so desperate to deep-throat me, poppet, I’ll fuck your mouth.”

He nods as he sucks, his big eyes pleading with me.

I grip his jaw, sticking my thumb under my cock, using it to grip him better. Then I push until his nose is trapped at my pelvis, kissing my hair there. Holding him deep, his eyes water and drool slips from his lip onto my thumb and down my wrist.

Tsking, I stay there. Glistening tears meet me. There’s awe reflected there too. “Such a good boy. First time taking my cock and already mastering the art.” He whimpers, and the noise is garbled. “Yeah, I’m talking about you, poppet. So good at sucking cock. Fuck,” I hiss my praise, pulling back out just to hear him gasp.

“Más,” he whispers, and I don’t hesitate. I fuck into his mouth and rut as he holds me with urgency.

“You look so pretty, those swollen lips trapping my cock. Fuck, you’re so beautiful, love. I could fuck this mouth forever.” He pauses, staring at me, and I know there’s a question there—a type of expectation and fear that I know too well. “Want to bond me?”

In our own bond that’s featherlight, I feel where all his desperation stems from. He wants to ask but hasn’t braved it.

“Go ahead,” I approve, my eyes glinting. “I’ll bite you at the same time. Fortify our bond on my end.”

He pulls off. “Where?”

“Wherever feels right.”

Raevar eyes my cock and I chuckle. “If that’s where you want to stamp your claim, poppet, then by all means... bite.”

Glimmering with mischief, he takes my length deep, and I lean forward to his mountainous shoulders. The position would be more awkward if I didn’t have a longer torso.

My teeth hover over him and then he’s latching onto me. The sting that hits me is filled with an insurmountable ecstasy as my teeth enter him.

He offers pain and I offer pleasure. Giving him every ounce of the aphrodisiac I can through the bond, he whimpers and continues to suck. Pulling back, his blood drips from my mouth, down onto where his mouth meets my cock. It has me smiling with satisfaction.

My balls tighten and I know I’m near explosion. “You going to suck down all of my cum, love? Swallow every drop for me and make sure you clean up your mess?”

He nods, his eyes still leaking from earlier. I grip his head, pulling his hair as I thrust deep and fast, the strokes making me see stars.

“Fuck, you’re making me come.” I groan and spill into his mouth. He works around me, the suckling telling me he’s cleaning me like I asked.

When he pops off, he doesn’t stop there. Instead, he licks up my length with his tongue and then my balls. After he’s done, he stands and comes to my face. He grips my jaw and brings our mouths together. The mixture of my cum and his blood is so arousing that I’m sure my cock will never soften.

“Mío.” It’s one word, but I know it well. “You’re mine,” he repeats, his voice so deep and strangled that this moment feels monumental.

“As you’re mine, love.”

When we peer at Dulce and Verano, they’re passed out, cuddling on the ground. Between us going at it and them in their own world, it’s not a shock.

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