Page 94 of Ruthless Rebel

“You’re going to fuck my mouth, and then I’m going to fuck you,” he grits, fisting my cock roughly and stroking me and up down, and it’s only now I realize how much he needs this.

He let the darkness take over him today, and he no longer has the light to bring him back from the edge, but I can’t be that for him. Logan was my salvation and his savior, and without him, we are lost in the shadows. So I can’t bring him back from the edge, but I can go over it with him.

I slide my hand around his neck, swiping at the blood there and smearing it across his skin, before moving my fingers to the back of his neck, as I purr, “Give me that good throat, baby.”

Then he is sucking me deep, taking me all the way to the back of his throat without pause. He isn’t slow, he isn’t gentle, but he is fucking perfect, and completely and utterly mine. He licks and sucks me me until I am fucking his throat and exploding on his tongue, and then I pull him to his feet and return the favor. I swallow his cock in the way I’ve learned he loves, before stumbling to my feet and erasing the stain of her death from his skin.

Once he is clean, he takes over, brushing the cloth against every part of me, paying extra attention to my wounds, before reaching around behind me and pushing it down between my ass cheeks. His stare is intense as he rubs me there, and my own eyes only darken in a challenge, as he cleans me there.

He reaches over and switches off the shower. “Bedroom, now.”

There is no waiting for my response, and he doesn’t even grab us towels, just drags me from the shower and pulls me into the bedroom, not stopping until we reach his bed. More gentle than I know he needs to be right now, he guides me on to it and pushes me back, leaving my legs hanging off the end. Then he is on top of me, his wet body slick as it glides against my own, our abs and cocks rubbing together in a rhythm that has me quickly hardening again.

Blood still leaks from his throat and arm, but he doesn’t seem to care, and when his mouth presses down on mine, I don’t either. His tongue trails along my lips, before forcing them open and melting into my own. I can still taste my release there, and I groan into his mouth, grinding my body against his, just so desperate for more of him. As if reading my mind, his hand slides down and wraps around my cock, jerking me slowly, as his mouth trails along my jaw to my ear.

“Do you know how much I love your cock down my throat?” He asks, flicking his tongue against my ear, as I thrust up into his hand, needing more. “How every time I look at you, I fucking ache for your touch and taste,” he purrs, releasing my cock and reaching over to the bedside table to grab some lube. He covers his fingers in it, before he pulls back to look down at me. “Spread your legs,” he whispers, and I follow his command instantly, and the second I do, his slick fingers slide down and start teasing my hole, making me gasp at the sensation.

We’ve done this before, his lubed up fingers taunting and teasing me there, but never going all the way, but I can tell from the look in his eye, that he isn’t stopping today. He plays with my ass, switching between gentle and rough rubs against my hole, slicking it up with the lube, before one of his fingers starts to push inside. My entire body tenses at first, rejecting the unknown, but the way he is looking at me, has me forcing the breath frommy body, relaxing a little, and slowly letting him push inside.

He works it in and out at a torturous pace, swirling it around inside of me until I feel like it’s not enough, and reading my body like a fucking book, only then does he pull back and add another finger. He fucks me slowly with them, stretching me out in the most amazing way I have ever felt, as he leans down and peppers kisses along my jaw.

“You’re going to let me fuck you, aren’t you, Dark Prince?” He murmurs against my skin, and I’m nodding before he has even finished speaking, his fingers still thrusting in and out of me. “You’re going to let me sink my cock into this tight little hole and make it mine, aren’t you?” He adds, pulling back and adding a third finger that makes me groan.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” I moan, pushing myself down against his hand as he brushes some magic spot inside of me.

“Beg for it, baby, I want to hear you plead for my cock,” he commands, dragging his mouth down my throat and sucking on the skin there.

“Please,” I choke out, not caring how desperate I sound, not when it’s for him. “Please, fuck me,” I add, and he groans into my neck, his fingers scissoring inside of me, before he starts pushing down my body, his mouth kissing every mark.

When he drops to the floor, I expect his mouth on my cock again, so when I am greeted with the hot swipe of his tongue against his fingers, I can’t help but rise up off the bed in surprise. I hear his chuckle, as he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue.

Fuck. Me.

His hands spread apart my ass as his tongue spears my hole, and all I can do is grip the sheets. It’s foreign and filthy, and so fucking heavenly that I feel like I might explode. My gasps and groans mix in the air with his moans, but right now, I don’t care if the whole house hears us.

“Look at you, Dark Prince, you’re such a pretty, quivering little mess for me,” he praises, as he takes another lazy lick of my rim. “I bet this ass is going to swallow my cock so fucking good,” he adds, pushing his tongue inside my hole, and pulling a strangled groan from somewhere deep in my chest.

The sound has his hands on my ass tightening, spreading me open even more for him, as he starts to fuck my hole with his tongue, eating my ass like it’s a goddamn meal, until I am writhing against his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck, Lincoln, don’t stop, more.” A string of garbled pleas fall from my lips, as his tongue plunges in and out of my hole, and one of his fingers starts to massage my taint, and I am ready to pass out from the pleasure. “Fuck, I’m going to come, please,” I gasp, ready for my orgasm to take over, but at my words his tongue slows, circling slowly around the rim of my hole, and pulling me back from the edge.

“Ah, ah, Dark Prince, you’re not allowed to come until my cock is deep inside you,” he murmurs, gently licking my hole.

“Then fucking get inside me,” I splutter, so desperate to feel more of him, and I feel his grin against my ass, before he pulls back to look at me, his fingers sliding back in my hole.

“You want my cock?” He asks, slowly moving back over me, his fingers barely moving, as he slowly stretches them apart inside of me.

I shake my head. “I don’t want your cock,” I breathe, feeling delirious with pleasure even from his timid movements. “Ineedyour cock,” I add, and his eyes turn emerald with lust.

He pulls his fingers out of me abruptly, moving to sit on the end of the bed, and I watch as he covers his cock in lube, getting it soaked and primed for me. When he looks at me again, I see his own desperation, his own need, and I know it must be killing him totake it this slow.

“Come and ride my cock, baby,” he breathes, guiding me up off the bed until I am facing him. Then he gently moves my legs until I am straddling him, his cock brushing between my legs until my throat goes dry. Whatever he sees in my eyes has him adding, “Take it as slow as you need, Dark Prince.”

One of his hands strokes his cock, and the other grips my hip gently, waiting for me to take the lead, which I know is not in his nature. So with his eyes on mine, I lower myself down until the head of his cock nudges my entrance. Yet I don’t stop there, I let the crown slide past my tight rim, ignoring the burning sensation and how full I already feel. The pain is welcome, and nothing compared to what I have experienced and endured before, and unlike then, this pain is wanted. I force my body to relax, slowly taking more of him, and reveling in the way he grits his teeth and curses my name.

“Fuck, Ash, that’s it, just like that,” he praises, his fingers slipping from his cock, so I sit myself all the way down on it.

He reaches for my waist, both hands flex on my hips now, and I know he must be aching to thrust up inside of me, because when he finally bottoms out, he lets out a groan that has my toes curling. “Oh my fucking god, you feel so fucking good,” he chokes out, and I press my hands to his shoulders for some leverage as I push myself back up, gritting my teeth at the pain. “Are you okay?” He gasps, holding me still, and I nod, biting my lip at the feeling, but still needing more.

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