Page 56 of Psycho Pack

"Since you asked so nicely," I purr, maintaining eye contact as I pin his hips in place. His cock springs up into my face and I take him into my mouth before I can change his mind.

Or before he starts bitching again and wakes everyone up.

His head falls back against the stone with a dull thud. One hand tangles in my hair while the other clamps over his own mouth, muffling the sounds I'm pulling from him. His hips twitch forward like he can't help himself.

I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, encouraged by the way his fingers tighten in my hair. His usual grace is gone, replaced by desperate little thrusts he can't quite control. Each muffled moan sends electricity straight to my cock.

"Fuck," he pants, voice wrecked. "You... the way you...fuck..."

I hum around him, and his whole body shudders. The hand not covering his mouth scrabbles against the wall, looking for purchase. His composure is completely shattered now, replaced by raw need.

It's fucking hot.

I grab his hips, holding him still as I take him all the way down. His cock hits the back of my throat and I swallow around him, drinking in the choked sound he makes. His thighs tremble under my hands.

"Please," he begs again, the word muffled by his palm. "Please don't stop. I'm so close..."

I pull back just enough to look up at him, letting his cock slip from my mouth. "You gonna come for me, Doc?"

His eyes snap open, fixing on mine with desperate intensity. The sight of him like this—flushed, disheveled, completely wrecked—makes my cock throb painfully.

"Please," is all he manages before I swallow him down again.

His back arches off the wall as I work him over, one hand still gripping his hip while the other slides lower to cup his balls. His thighs shake harder, muscles coiling tight as he gets close to the edge.

I can tell he's fighting it, trying to maintain some semblance of control even now. But I want him completely undone. Want to hear him fall apart.

I pull back until just the head of his cock rests on my tongue, then take him deep again in one smooth motion. His fingers twist in my hair almost painfully as I set a brutal pace,alternating between quick, shallow sucks and taking him all the way down my throat.

"Fuck, fuck,fuck," he chants under his breath, voice cracking. "I'm gonna... I can't..."

I double down, working him faster, harder. His hips snap forward and I let him fuck my mouth, taking everything he gives me. The desperate sounds spilling from his lips echo off the cave walls, getting louder despite his attempts to stay quiet.

"Quiet," I try to growl around his cock, but he shoves it deeper into my mouth, muffling me.

I feel Plague's knot start to swell against my lips, hot and insistent. Fuck. Of course the smug bastard has a huge knot to match his ego. My jaw already aches, but I want more. Want to break him completely.

His fingers twist tighter in my hair as his cock pulses against my tongue. The first hot spurts of come flood my mouth, but I keep sucking, working him through it. He tries to pull back as his knot begins to swell against my lips and teeth, probably worried about getting his cock locked in my mouth. I dig my fingers into his hips, holding him in place. His hands tighten in my hair, torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer.

"W-wait," he gasps, voice raw and wrecked. "I'm going to?—"

I swallow him deeper in answer, working my throat around him. His knot pulses against my lips, getting bigger with each heartbeat.

The stretch burns, but I want it.

Needit.

"Fuck," he hisses through clenched teeth. "Fuck. It's too much?—"

I hollow my cheeks and take him all the way down, forcing my jaw wider. His knot slips past my lips, locking us together, his shaft and crown stuffed in my throat. The sound he makesis pure animal—nothing clinical or controlled about it. His legs shake so hard I have to grab his thighs to keep him upright.

My own cock throbs painfully in my pants. I grind against nothing, desperate for friction. The sounds he's making are gonna haunt my fucking dreams. Never thought I'd hear those precise, controlled tones break into desperate whimpers and moans. His hips jerk erratically as I suck him dry, oversensitivity making him writhe against the cold stone wall.

His cock and knot pulse as he comes undone with a sharp growl, flooding my mouth. I swallow around him greedily, working my throat, milking every last drop from him. His knot throbs against my tongue, stretching my jaw to its limit. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes from the strain.

Worth it.

His fingers card through my hair, gentler now, his nails scraping against my scalp. Almost tender. The gesture catches me off guard.

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