Page 86 of Where Dark Hearts Devour
“Are you sure?” His lips brush the side of my throat.
“Yes, I am.”
I feel hollow when he keeps his word and withdraws his cock. When he crawls up over me, bringing his cock to lay on my chest, I feel terrified. First, I’ve never done this before, and second, I might die of suffocation.
“What ... um, what do I do?” I blink up at him.
He swallows loudly and strokes his hand down the shaft, cupping the crown in his palm. “We can take it slow.” His voice cracks. “Start by maybe licking it a little.”
I nod and pull him towards my lips, then I press a kiss to the crown—long, hot and slow.
His jaw unhinges, his mouth curling around a throaty gasp. “Or that,” he grunts, swallowing again.
I’m instantly addicted to the look on his face. I push my tongue out tentatively and flick it over the beautiful glistening tip. He releases a string of curses, and it makes my eyelids pop, because, again, I hardly did anything.
A pearl of moisture collects on the edge, and I lick it away. It tastes salty and foreign, but it’shim.
That thought alone propels me forward, and I wrap my lips around him.
His hands plummet into the comforter on either side of my head.
“Fuck.Fuck.”
I close my eyes and suck him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the circumference. I bring my hands up to his ass, and a deep lust sweeps over me at the feel of his rock-hard glutes. He’s shaking, and it only feeds my frenzy. I pull him deeper, opening my throat instinctively.
Italian profanities gush from his lips, and I entangle myself in his desperation. My tongue sweeps and swirls, swallowing more of his pre-cum, and my cheeks hollow as I pull him in and suck.
In the midst of it all, his fingers find my pussy. I don’t know what the hell he’s doing to it, but I never want him to stop. He strokes it, tweaks it, and spanks it, and I groan my approval around his cock.
“I’m going to come down your throat,” he chokes out. “Are you ready for that, little one?”
I nod, and I’m rewarded with two fingers inside my pussy. I buck my hips up toward him, coaxing them deeper. He growls with frustration, and I realize he doesn’t want to break my hymen with his fingers either.
“Suck me, Trilby. Oh God, that’s perfect. Your lips are so soft, so warm.”
I pull his ass toward me in reckless thrusts. He massages my clit with maddening focus, and I feel it sharpen beneath his fingers. I’m going to explode.
“Yes, baby. Harder, deeper.Fuck. You suck me so damn good.”
His filthy praise drives me over the edge, and I jerk up into his hand. As I spasm beneath him, my mouth fills up with his semen.
“Don’t stop,” he bites out, fingering me with relentless rhythm.
I keep swallowing until there’s nothing left, then I slowly ease him out of my mouth. When he collapses onto the bed, I set to work.
I lick him clean.
Every rock-hard inch of him.
I crawl up to my hands and knees and lick around the base, the tops of his thighs, up the length to the crown, and across every ridge. His fingers work through my hair, soft moans coasting over my ears.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers.
I look up and drown immediately in those deep brown eyes. He gently pushes me back onto the bed and brings his mouth to my tits, then he proceeds to spend the next ten minutes making out with them both.
I’m a soaking-wet mess by the time he comes up for air, and all it takes is a swipe of his tongue over my clit and I’m coming again.
We can’t fuck, but we can do everything else.
