Page 87 of Kiss the Villain

He lets out a hum against my hole, the sound reverberating somewhere inside me as he licks and slurps around the rim until I think I’ll either detonate or die of shame.

“Take what I give you, baby.” He speaks against me, his hoarse voice vibrating through me before he thrusts his tongue inside.

My whole body convulses and a strange noise rips out of my throat. I try to thrash, but his big hands are digging into my thighs, preventing me from moving.

I pull at the ropes, moaning. “Mmfuck…”

I can’t help but watch through the awkward position as he thrusts his tongue in and out, in and out, the rhythm making my cock leak down my abs, the stickiness trailing to my chest.

I’m so damn close, I cry out.

His eyes meet mine, shining, challenging, and I look back even as I grunt, biting my lip.

Fuck.

Motherfucker.

“K-Kayde…fuck…”

“That’s it, baby.” He looks at me. “Come for me. Show me how much my pussy loves it when I eat it.”

He nibbles on my balls, then slides his tongue back to my hole.

That does it.

I groan loudly as my dick shoots cum everywhere, my abs, my face, the bed. It’s the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had, and that’s saying something since all the orgasms this man has given me have been mind-blowing.

But this one? This one pulls on the last string of my sanity.

It’s like being transported to a different headspace. That white room again. All mine.

Andhis.

A nibble on my ass cheek brings me to the present before he lets my legs down. They fall lifeless, and cool cum trickles down my belly and onto the mattress.

It’s a messy clusterfuck, but I can’t seem to focus on that as I watch him from beneath lowered eyelids.

He hovers on top of me and strokes my hair from my forehead, his touch gentle, and it creeps me the fuck out. Because I kind of like it.

And Ishouldn’tlike it.

“That’s why you’ll take my cock, baby. Not because you’re forced into it, but because you’re not that proactive but enjoy being ravaged and can come with ass play alone.”

“I don’t. You’re the goddamn gay one,” I say with a weak voice.

He chuckles, the sound low. “Don’t use that as an insult. It’s beneath you, and you’re better than that. If I can accept wanting you and eating your ass, you can accept being attracted to me, too.”

I want to say no, I’m not, but my lids are heavy, so I let them fall.

I think I feel him untying the ropes and cleaning the cum—and blood—off me, but I can’t be bothered to get up.

Just a sec. I just need a power nap and then I’m fucking him up.

In the middle of the haze, I think I feel his fingers stroking my hair as he says, “You should be thanking your lucky stars that I want you, little monster.”

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GARETH

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