Page 41 of Omission: Part 2

I’m trying to figure out the logistics of how to stay bent over while taking him in my mouth when I’m suddenly airborne and placed over his body.

Leonardo maneuvers us so he’s on his back and I’m straddling his chest with easy access to his cock.

The tip glistens with beads of pre-come that roll down his shaft as it throbs inches from my face.

“Leo!” He lands the third smack right at the cleft, fingers grazing both of my clenching holes. I’m so wet, and he sees everything in this position.

His broad chest forces me to spread wide, my knees barely touching the ground, and it feels more like I’m suspended for his amusement. His pleasure.

“That’s for not wrapping your lips around my cock the moment I gifted you access.” Two fingers run from my pussy to rosebud, dragging my slick and spreading it. He wipes it on my skin too, as if it were paint and he was creating a masterpiece with my arousal.

“So you’re making up punishments now? That’s not on the list.” My small hand wraps around his thickness, fingers barely touching, as I pump him slowly. I’m mesmerized by the pearl-like drops as they gather and roll down until…

“Fuck, baby, bite a little deeper.” Another demand. But since that first night together, I’ve noticed his desire to feel my fangs. To lick them. To have them break his skin. “Gods, that’s it. Use that little tongue to catch every drop.”

I don’t retract my teeth from his tip, but suckle as I am. I’m lapping his blood and pre-come, letting it slide down my tongue as the rest of me heats and my ass arches for his touch.

I’m rewarded by two thick fingers sliding in and a firmer smack right over the curve of my left side. For some reason, this one hurt a little more, but the intense feeling after sending electrical pulses to my clit and I cry out, flooding his fingers buried deep. He hits the same spot again and again, fire spreading through the area as I ride his fingers and retract my bite, sliding him into my mouth, and I don’t stop until reaching halfway.

I hold him there and swallow, letting my saliva drip down to his base and coat him before pulling off. Faes are sexual beings by nature. We enjoy and explore and aren’t held back by insignificant things like gag reflexes or pain; we welcome it.

Our instincts guide us.

We take what our bodies demand.

And I’ve never felt freer in my life than splayed atop my mate, the only person who will ever see me at my most debased, with his cock resting on my tongue.

Every problem. Every bit of hurt.

The worrying…

It all fades, and all I see and hear is him. My savior.

“This one is for denying me your attention, Anaya. For letting someone of no significance into our space.” Leonardo rains down five sharp smacks in alternating locations. “No one comes before you or me, unless it’s our children who have an emergency. What we have is special, sweetheart. What I hoped my mating would someday be, and I’ll protect it just as fiercely.”

The pain strikes first and I whimper, sucking softly on his tip for comfort, when he changes fingers and claims both my holes, his thumb in one and two fingers in my pussy. It’s different and good, and I once again take him deeper as a reward. He shivers beneath me and I smile, which he feels, and I’m taught a quick lesson in cockiness.

His long arm catches the ends of my hair and tugs enough that it stings. I arch up, and he finger fucks me until I’m shaking.

I’m trying to roll my hips but can’t. I’m trying to get just a little more…that’s all I need, but he stops and allows me to fall forward.

“Please!”

“Suck my cock, Anaya. I want to make a mess of that pretty face.” His fingers in my pussy change their angle, the movement more precise, and I feel pressure. Each thrust digs deeper, his rhythmic movement focused on a specific spot inside of me, the pressure building in the front walls of my pussy.Goddess,I feel a rush of volcanic pleasure roll through me—unlike anything I’ve ever felt before—and my body responds with hunger.

For him. For his cock. Leonardo’s pleasure becomes my sole focus at this moment.

His come on my tongue is my greatest desire. So much so, that I can almost taste it.

My every nerve ending is on fire. My wetness coats us both while my spit dribbles onto his head; we are a perfect mess. The physical manifestation of my desire for him—the way he can play with my body—drives him to thrust his fingers deeper. Faster.

The sounds and splatter of my slick are the perfect symphony to my pleasure. It mingles with my moans, creating the perfect note, but it’s his male grunt that destroys me. I come on his fingers, lips parted over the crown of his length, the scream caught in my throat, and one he breaks through when I take him from tip to base down my throat.

“Such a good girl for her male. My pretty mate.” His praise between my hungry whimpers is loud, and I’m thankful to be away from everyone for this private moment. There’s simply no way I can hold back. I bob my head up and down while his hips below me piston, slowly at first, until I stop long enough to bite him again.

One to his thick base. One on his inner thigh, the latter of which earns me another spank.

“Don’t be gentle, Leonardo. My king, I need this.” Opening wide, I run my tongue down the underside, collecting his blood before taking the first few inches. Gripping his thighs, I dig my nails in, tearing through the dermis while taking him just far enough his head kisses the back of my throat, and the slower he is to meet my strokes, the more I break skin until he understands.

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