Page 100 of Born of Ice

My whining gets cut off as he immediately fills my mouth with his cock again.

“Make me come, suck every ounce of my cum out. I know you want it. I know you are desperate to be owned like that, to have me inside you, painted from all the ways. Because I’ve been dreaming of it,” I groan, the sound making his cock twitch in mymouth. “Play with my balls, baby, play with them as you suck your cock.”

I obey. Oh, do I ever obey. I wrap my lips around his thick head, licking the underside, tracing each little vein and grove with my tongue and sucking like that’s all I need in life. My palm wraps around his heavy balls, massaging and slightly pulling on them as Exton’s mouth props open and with one loud, long groan he thrusts deep into my mouth, coming, filling my mouth with so much cum, its spilling out at the same time as my pussy contracts and I detonate, feeling my own orgasm between my still clenched legs. He’s right, I’m greedy for it. I want every drop in me. I need it.

He looks at me like I’m some kind of angel as I swallow it all while writhing underneath him from my own climax.

After almost losing him today, I can’t seem to be close enough. I need him in me at all times and the thought is bordering on unhealthy because as soon as he pulls out, I whine, desperate to have him back. But Exton just slides down, dropping his weight over me, lacing our fingers together and starting kissing every inch of my face, jaw, neck and comes back up.

“Fucking perfection. That’s what you are. My heaven. My girl. My greedy cum slut. My everything. Took your man’s cock like you were born for it.” Exton closes his lips over my neck and sucks hard before he pops off and sticks his thumb into my mouth. “Suck it,” he commands, and I do just that.

As he watches me with hooded eyes, propped mouth and hunger that I feel in my core as well. His thumb pops away from my mouth with a loud “pop” and he lowers it right away, flicking my hard nipple, smearing my saliva over it as he finally cups my tits followed by a slight pinch that sends trembles over my body, and I feel high.

“More, Exton!” I cry out and he chuckles.

“Oh, you thought we were done? You thought I was anywhere close to being done claiming you? Hell, no.” With that he slides down and without another word he laps at all the wetness between my legs. “Made such a pretty mess while sucking my dick, haven’t you? Don’t worry star, I got you.”

Exton grabs my ass, pressing me into his mouth so hard I can’t make a single move as his tongue disappears inside me. Whatever it was, I felt last night pales in comparison to this. It was a prelude, an echo of what I feel now.

God, this man knows how to eat pussy. He was born for it.

My hand fists the sheet around while the other one circles my breast, playing with it. Exton’s eyes lift up and as soon as he sees it, I feel his dick twitch against my leg as he starts licking me fast and his finger thrusts into me, fucking me with it. He sucks on my clit like he’s drawing my soul out, and then he looks up, darkness clouding his eyes just before he sinks his teeth into me, and I detonate right into his mouth.

How does he know that’s what I need? How does he know? Mymind screams at me as my orgasm washes over me in powerful wave of destruction while I cry out his name alongside other incoherent words as my world goes black, but he doesn’t stop. Exton keeps sucking on my clit and I find my voice to beg him to stop at the same time as begging him to give me more.

God, he’s turned me into a complete mess.

“No, not yet, but I will,” he says, and I realize I must’ve said that last part out loud. “And you’ll be the kind of mess that is a work of art. Painted with my cum and marked with my teeth.”

“God, where is all this romance coming from? I thought I wasn’t getting the cute, fluffy Exton today.” I half-heartedly joke because the other part of me cracks open at his words, the meaning of them and lets the feelings to flow in. To run through my blood until all I know is that I need him. I want him now and forever.

“Baby, the romance was dead the second you took my cock down your pretty throat like that’s where it belonged all the time, but I had to give you a bit of sugar before I rip your little pussy with my cock like a savage.” He gets up, eyes locked on mine and spreads my thighs apart. “Hope that was enough,” he adds and spears me in two with one fast, savage and unexpected thrust. The man is hard again already.

I cry out. Or I think I do because my spirit left my body.

He’s fucking huge and I’ve never had anything that big inside me. I whimper and he stills, presumably to give me some time to adjust, but that just makes me whimper more and I reach over, clawing at his hands that are wrapped around my hips, holding me possessively.

“More,” I whisper. “More. I need more. I need it all. You wanted me to hurt with you, I want that too.”

“Jesus…fuck…” Exton groans watching where we are connected. “I’ll break you all over again.”

“Impossible,” I pant. “Because I’m only whole in your hands.”

Exton’s eyes lift to mine as if he can see that silver thread as clear as I do and starts thrusting, the gentleness long forgotten as my body nearly flies off the bed. He fucks me deep and hard, and I almost want to laugh of euphoria.

I feel it. I feel him. Everywhere. I feel every long, thick inch of him, spreading me open, marking me, imprinting inside me like a tattoo I’ll never take off and never want to.

He feels so good. So, so good. I start to grind my hips, remembering that I can do that again. I can move, all thanks to him and the wave of emotion is overwhelming me again.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” I chant mindlessly, and Exton falls over me, tasting those words off my lips as his cock claims me.

“Again,” he demands.

“I love you, Exton. I love you so damn much. I love you.”

“Again.” He sinks his teeth into my neck, every raw inch of him demanding every inch of me. Mind, body and soul.

“I love you.”

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