Page 77 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

“Briar,” Rurik whispers as I continue to lick, suck, and swallow him.

“Mmm?” It’s hard to speak with a mouthful of dick.

“I — Ugh, shit! Y-you need to s-stop, wait, wha — Jesus fuck! Keep doing that — Briar!”

He’s a blubbering mess.

A surge of smug pride consumes me as I watch him. Who knew the uptight, grumpy asshole could melt into a fucking hot mess just by my mouth. I should have done this earlier.

“I…last…long,” Rurik releases a tortured groan. He sucks in a deep breath and grunts, “Shit, you’re swallowing my cock so well, baby.”

Fuck.

Did I just came a little?

He called me baby, and I don’t think he noticed it.

I’m going to store that in my little fucked up brain for later.

“Briar,” Rurik rolls his hips, his thrusts matching with the rhythm I’m going for. “This feels so. Fucking. Good!”

I wrap a hand around the shaft of his dick and pump at the same time I suck him.

“Stop,” Rurik mutters a curse and shakes his head, “I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop.”

I roll my eyes. I know this is his first time, but seriously? I want him to come into my mouth. I want to feel his hot release sliding down my throat as I suck every last bit of him.

He gently tries to push my face away, but I tighten my lips around him. He lets out a warning groan, to which I reply by continuously rubbing his dick in my mouth. I know I should slow down for him so he can savor the feeling of getting blown, buuuut I’m impatient.

I want him to come.

Like now, please, and thank you.

So I quicken my pace, my tongue swirling the sensitive part of his dick, licking the precum, squeezing my fingers around the shaft, and using a little bit of teeth to tease his skin.

“You’re so fucking crazy,” His breathing is rugged and rough.

I laugh softly, watching as his hips respond with a twitch to the vibrations.

Oh, angel. You’ve no idea how crazy I am.

Just to fuck with him, I cup his balls and gently squeeze, causing his dick to twitch while he lets out a string of “holy shit!” “Fucking fuck!” and my favorite, “What the fuck, Briar!” as he aggressively pounds into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck me… I’m going to…” Moments later, I feel and taste thick, hot strings of his salty release exploding into my mouth as Rurik lets out a deep, long groan.

His hands fist into my hair as his hips continue thrusting while riding his orgasm. One of his hands drops to my neck, his thumb caressing my throat as he tries to get his breathing in control.

Is he feeling my throat so he could feel me swallowing his release?

That’s fucking hot if that’s why.

Once I feel his length softening, I release him with a pop and lick my lips. I look up and grin at his face. My angel looks fucking wrecked. Tired but wrecked.

And I did that to him.

He stares at me, his eyes darting over my face as if he couldn’t believe what happened.

But then he closes his eyes tightly shut, inhaling one sharp breath. His breathing hitches, each uneven pulse consuming air as if he might collapse from the intensity of experiencing his very first le petite mort. He lifts a hand on his chest seconds later, his face scrunching up as if he’s feeling some sort of discomfort.

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