Page 50 of Primal

“Just do it.”

He loses his balance and falls on his back when I push him again. I get on my knees and bring my face close to his erection, planting a soft kiss to the red and dripping tip.

“Kiara,” Zyran warns through gritted teeth.

I slide out my tongue and run it up and down the veins in his cock. He tries hard to keep eye contact with me, but his eyes close and his head falls back into the puddle of blood.

Once I’m done teasing him, I wrap my lips around him and swallow him as deep as I can before I gag. Zyran moans and grips a fistful of my hair as I suck his cock. His body stutters from the pleasure I’m wringing from him, and the knowledge that I’m responsible for making him feel this way makes me even wetter.

I grab his balls again and massage them with one hand, and with the other, I use my thumb to play with his ass.

“Fuck, baby,” he whimpers as he starts to grind his hips. The smooth planes of his stomach tighten as his orgasm nears. His moans echo throughout the small hallway. He’s fucking my throat now, pumping his hips in and out of my mouth until he explodes.

A feral roar erupts from his throat as his warm cum fills my mouth. His fingernails dig into my scalp painfully as he stills inside me, not letting go until I start to choke on him.

Slowly, he pulls himself out of my mouth and sits up.

“Open your mouth,” he commands.

I sit on my knees and do what he says without hesitation. He watches as his cum spills out of my mouth, down my chin and chest, to my breasts.

His eyes are intense as he leans forward and smears his semen all over me.

“You look so pretty covered in my cum,” he praises in a low tone.

I smile and lick some of it off my lips; the butterflies in my stomach are fluttering like crazy, and my cheeks are burning.

“Come here.”

Zyran grabs my hips as I climb into his lap and straddle him. He holds me up as lines the head of his cock up with my entrance. My pussy clenches painfully with the need for him to be inside me.

I wriggle my hips in frustration, and instead of denying me the pleasure I’m seeking like I expect him to, he pushes himself inside me to the hilt. We sigh in unison.

“Oh, God,” I breathe as his thick cock stretches me.

“Relax,” he whispers, stroking my back.

I close my eyes and key out a few breaths as I allow myself enough time to adjust to his size. It’s been way too long since I last had sex, and I don’t want to wait any longer.

Zyran leans his weight back on his hands and grinds his hips against mine. His eyes are full of dark intensity when he says, “Ride me, baby.”

I bite my bottom lip and start moving my hips against him. My head falls back as I grind and bounce on his dick. Zyran reaches out and grabs one of my breasts, squeezing the sensitive flesh so hard I know he’ll leave marks.

The thought of walking around adorned with his marks makes my body warmer than it already is.

“Fuck, Zyran,” I say on a moan when the tip of his cock grazes my spot. He groans in answer and lets his head fall back, eyes trying but failing to stay open.

If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be fucking my stalker in the middle of my downstairs hallway, I would have told them that they were insane. But here I am, riding Zyran without a care in the world, in a puddle of blood seeping out of my dead date’s body.

This is so fucked up, but with Zyran’s cock filling me so deeply, I just can’t bring myself to care.

He was right—we’re both fucked up. Completely insane.

I do, however, choose not to look at John’s lifeless face, and instead focus on Zyran’s handsome one.

His cheeks are flushed as he pumps his hips from beneath me. When I lean forward and grip his shoulders, he falls back onto the floor, John’s blood making a grotesque squelch.

Suddenly, Zyran flips us over so he’s on top, and he hikes my legs up so my ass is lifted off the floor. I gasp from the new sensation this position provides; his dick still grazes my g-spot while also penetrating my clit.

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