Page 43 of Blood Spilled
I let out more unintelligible sounds and he yanks on my ear. “Did you hear me, pet?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what, baby boy?”
“Yes, asshole.”
A hand slaps across my right ass cheek and he pulls his cock out before shoving it back in. “Ahh.”
“Wrong answer. How about you try again? Hmm?”
“Yes ... Master.”
“Good boy. See how good it feels when we're together? We create magic.”
My body vibrates the closer I am to coming apart. I shake and mewl as he twists my nipples, intensifying the pleasure spiraling through me. It's almost too overwhelming. My balls contract and my hole tightens around his throbbing dick as I shoot my cum into the grass. My orgasm is so intense, sparks shoot between us, reviving my body. Everything feels different, even the ground is softer, and the air is crisper. He increases his movements, fucking into me deeper with his muscles tightening against me. The warmth of his cum fills my hole, and I'm nearly growing hard again at the thought of it dripping down my thighs.
I sink into the grass with my head spinning. It's almost as if he's put a spell on me and instead of fading over time, I get more lost in the trance. He grabs my chin, tugging my face back to meet his, kissing me long and hard, spellbinding us together. When we pull apart we are both breathless and I'm even more entranced than before when his dark eyes hold me captive.
“Magia,” I whisper.
He smiles, untying me, trailing kisses down my arms and leaving tingling sensations all over my body. He pulls out of me,zipping up his pants. Spreading my cheeks apart, he hums in satisfaction. “I love that you're going back in there dripping of me. Can you imagine talking to your friends and family, with my cum soaking your panties.”
He pulls up my underwear and pants and gives my ass a nice squeeze before standing up, “Tell me, which room is yours?”
I glance at him, head still hazy. “Why?”
“In case I ever want to come visit you in your bed. Wouldn't you just love waking up to me fucking you or riding your cock?”
Shudders run through me. “Yes.” I swallow hard, trying to regain my composure.
“The second room down the hallway on the left.” I'm not sure if he's being serious or is only telling me this to mess with me, planting the sweet fantasy in my head. It's definitely something I'll imagine later when I'm alone in my room being naughty and touching myself. How would he even know?
“I'll be seeing you soon. Now get back inside before they come looking for you. I would have thought they would already. You must not be that important.”
I scoff. “Are you going to leave already or keep talking my ear off?”
He laughs, kicking at my leg. “Are you going to ever stand up or do I have to scrape you off the ground?”
I slowly get to my feet, swaying back and forth at first, as he steadies me in his arms. “Easy there.”
I turn to face him, and he brushes a loose strand of hair from my sweaty cheek, smiling wide. “You look like you were just roughly fucked.”
I huff out a breath. “And you look like a smug asshole on top of the world.”
“I always find myself high off the ground whenever I'm with you. Unfortunately, it's time for us to both come down.”
My lips hover over his and our breath mingles together. “Besame?”
“Always.” Our lips brush together and his tongue invades my mouth slowly seeking out mine. Eventually I'll have to go inside to return to a house full of people I hate wearing a forced smile. I don't have to fake anything out here. With Angel, everything is a little too real.
Twenty-eight
Angel
I don't want to walk away from him, but I know I have to. I wasn't sure how it would go or what his answer would be, but I knew I had to be prepared for both. If he said no and chose to stand by his mother's side, would I have been able to kill him tonight? Luckily, I didn't have to find out.
I slip inside the house without anyone taking notice. They are all too busy sipping their expensive liquor, gloating about everything they have and rubbing their money in each other's faces. Santiago is standing in the middle of them, stealing the majority of the attention in the room.
