Page 29 of Fearless Bond

The taste of his cum soothed my need. I gulped it down, all of it, and suckled on his cockhead, teasing a few last drops from his slit. There. That was what I needed. His cum was in my belly now, and I was content. I realized I was smiling, rubbing my lips and cheek against his erection.

He tugged me up and cupped my face with his large, calloused hands. His eyes shone with gold when he leaned closer.

A kiss.

We hadn’t done that yet.

He’d knotted me, and I’d sucked him off, but this was the first time we’d kissed.

I could still taste his cum. Wouldn’t he mind that…?Oh. He coaxed my lips apart and thrust his tongue into my mouth…Mmm. He moved his hands down my body, and my wobbly knees got even weaker. I wasn’t worried, not at all. He held me; he was in me and all around me, and I could let go. If my legs gave up, he’d hold me steady. I got lost in the kiss, in the warmth and sensual dance of his tongue around mine. When he moved away, I felt as if I woke up from a dream.

A lovely, enchanting dream.

I’d never imagined that a simple kiss could feel like that. Right then, I couldn’t remember any other kiss I’d ever received. Barclay had erased them all.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured against my mouth. His soft beard caressed my face.

Was I ashamed? Not enough to regret anything.

“I need to feed you now,” he rasped and squeezed my ass cheeks.

My stomach felt pleasantly full already.Full of cum. Mmm.“Second course?”

He guffawed, and I grinned back.

Who was this new me? I asked a man for sex, blew him, ate his cum, and loved it. I joked about it as if I were experienced and confident, which I most definitely wasn’t. I was a wreck on my best days; just not around Barclay, it seemed.

He held my gaze, his brown eyes tender. “Calvin,” he murmured.

“Yes?” Wow, I was eager to please this man.

“We should talk, okay?”

Oh. “Um. I guess.” Or we could have more sex. But I didn’t say that. The heat must have impaired my thinking. Yes, we should talk. We’d just met, and he’d knotted me. “Can we eat first? And coffee. I can’t seem to think.”

His forehead creased with worry. I didn’t like that. I lifted my hand and brushed my fingers along the lines above his eyebrows.

“Food first,” he agreed. “But then we must talk.”

“Sure.”

The peck on my nose was the cutest thing ever.

I liked Barclay. I liked him a lot.

He stepped away and pressed a button on the coffee machine. I realized my hand was under my hoodie, and I was stroking my belly absentmindedly. His cum was in there.

Good.

It had been a solid plan. Coffee and food, then talk. Barclay even opened the kitchen window for half a minute to get some fresh air in, even though it was freezing outside. We needed that to be able to think.

Except I ate two pancakes, took two gulps of coffee, and felt hot all over. I downed the glass of water Barclay had given me.

Still too hot. “Can we open the window again?” I asked.

Barclay stood but froze, staring at me.

A gush of liquid pooled under my ass. Thick, warm slick. A gallon of it.

---