Page 110 of The Misfit Mage and His Devilish Desires

Instead, I found myself entangled in his embrace, locked in fiery kisses and grinding against his body. Not that I was complaining.

Fuck this felt great. The whole thing. The kissing. The shared essence. The synced sensations. The devilish nature unlike any other before. The eternal commitment to Wally. Wally. Everything with Wally. I wanted this feeling forever and ever and ever.

His lips were soft yet rough, consumed by the passion of this moment yet already adrift. I pressed my body against his, allowing the friction of our firm muscles to steer him back to the task of carnal pleasures. And he reciprocated, but the taste of his lips came with the bitter note of distraction.

As much as I loved the highs, there were other pieces to our relationship I’d grown to love, even if they weren’t my favorite parts.

I paused, taking a breath so I could breathe him in. His scent. His happiness. His quirky little obsessive brain.

“Your little hive of a mind is already planning things, aren’t you?”

“What? No. Okay. Maybe. Just venues.” He smacked his lips against mine, rough and wordy. “Those book years in advance; I wanna decide on the best location.”

I could spend a million years listening to him talk about anything and everything in existence. Excessive details. Meticulous notes. Fascinating anecdotes. I wanted all of it. But right now, I wanted Wally’s lips. His mouth. His body. His touch. His satisfaction.

I grabbed him by the waist and rolled on the floor, sweeping him into a heavy make-out session, running my fingers against his skin, sending a slight jolt of electricity to elicit arousal.

“Where were you thinking of having this?” Wally asked. “Here? Or were you thinking a destination wedding? I guess anywhere would be a destination wedding, depending on who we invited. I should probably invite my family. Do you think my family would attend? I wonder if the Collective would allow them to attend a devil wedding. Obviously, not my mother. Not that she’d be on the invitation list. Oh, I need to craft some invitations. There’s some amazing incantations to create biodegradable confetti. Delightful and environmentally friendly.It can also be turned into a mulch, which is good for woodland Mythics in nearly any ecosystem.”

I lay back, surrendering to Wally’s unstoppable chatter. He didn’t even notice, prattling on and making a mental checklist of things he wanted to look into. I unzipped my slacks and fished out my cock, playing with it. Still nothing, which made my erection wane.

“You’re oblivious.”

“Huh?” He turned and stared at my dick. “Dammit. I didn’t mean to get distracted.”

I played with the head of my cock, rubbing the precum on my thumb.

“It’s that mouth of yours, always running wild.” I teased him, pressing my sticky fingers on his lips. “I think we need to occupy it, fill it with something far more satisfying than words.”

He leaned forward, licking my shaft. A slow, seductive move while he kept his eyes locked on mine. “To be clear, though, words are quite satisfying. I mean—”

I rammed his head down onto my cock and savored the gasp as he choked all the way to the base.

“That’s better.” I grabbed a fistful of curly blond locks and forced his head up and down.

He planted his hands on my thighs, squeezing them to steady the bob of his head. His eyes watered the deeper I pushed my dick. I pounded faster into his throat, making him gurgle and gag and groan, which only made me wanna ram my dick in again and again.

“You fucking love it.” I used both hands to control his head as I thrust upward, face fucking him. “Once I wear out that throat, I’m gonna fuck that adorable little ass of yours until the only words you speak are my name.”

Wally took that as a challenge, attempting to move his head at the same swift pace of my control, an entertaining sight. Imoaned as I continued bucking forward, smacking his face with my lower abdomen each time I shoved my cock into his tight throat.

“I can do this forever,” I growled. “And I plan on just that.”

My cock throbbed, closer and closer with each stroke. Wally grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed them while holding the entirety of my cock in his mouth.

He twisted his neck just enough to tease me, continuing to bring me closer and closer until I came.

“Fuck.” I slapped the back of his neck, holding him in place as I filled his mouth with my cum. “Swallow.”

He obeyed, his Adam’s apple bulging as he gulped.

“Good boy.” I released him, and he crawled forward, kissing me.

I tasted what remained of my cum in his mouth.

“Quick question.” Wally grinned, boyish and inquisitive and obnoxious. “Will we be Mr. and Mr. Alden? Will you be Bez Alden?”

I raised a questioning brow and scrunched my face. “Yuck. I don’t do last names.”

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