Page 157 of King of Pain
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, sliding his hand over my hip with deliberate slowness. “I got plenty of protein last night.”
I bark out a laugh, my body already reacting to the way his fingers are teasing circles at my waist.
Chance shifts even closer, his cock now pressed against my lower back, and whispers, “I could go for some breakfast sausage though.”
I groan.
“Yes,” I manage to say, nodding quickly. “That first. Then a shower.Thenreal food.”
Before I can even finish the sentence, Chance throws the covers back and yanks the top sheet over his head.
The mattress dips as he maneuvers on top of me. A brief moment later, I feel his mouth at my neck, right below my ear, pressing a kiss so soft it makes me shiver. He trails lower, across my chest, down the slope of my abs, then he lands with a kiss to my hip bone.
I’m already hard—have been since I felt him against me when I woke up—but now I’m trembling with desire. My skin is an inferno. I don’t even know how I’m breathing.
And he hasn’t even taken me in his mouth yet—
“Aw, fuck.”
Chance chuckles, lips wrapped around the head of my cock, the vibration ricocheting straight to my balls. My back arches.
I bend my knees, spreading wider, giving him better access. He takes full advantage, letting me slip from his mouth as he begins worshiping every inch below my waist.
First the inside of my left thigh. Then the right.
Then he shifts lower, stroking me slow and steady with one hand, while his mouth finds the seam of my sac and licks a slow stripe up the center.
A full-body shudder rips through me.
“Jesus, baby. That feels so good,” I groan, eyes fluttering shut.
He hums, “You taste amazing.”
Then—fuck—he takes both balls in his mouth and swirls his tongue around them, once, then twice, like he’s got all the time in the world.
My hands fist the sheets. Chance releases my cock and it lands rigid on my stomach, leaking onto my skin.
I feel him lifting my balls, then watch as he tilts his head just slightly, and—
“What are you… oh. Oh!”
I practically levitate.
“What kind of voodoo magic is that?” I gasp.
He hums, wicked, “That’s your taint, baby. Wait ‘til I eat you out for the first time.”
“Kay,” I mumble, because that’s all I can fucking manage.
He licks his way back up from my taint—across my sac, then up the length of my shaft. He kisses the skin just above the head, right where the tip rests against my stomach, then lifts me by the base.
I need to see him. I fling the sheet back.
And I'm just in time to watch his tongue swipe through the slick pool of pre-come on my belly. My breath stutters.
He looks up at me with that devastating grin and licks his lips.
Then he takes just the head of my cock into his mouth—slow, controlled—tongue circling the crown, dipping into the slit, teasing me with maddening precision.
