Page 16 of The Dead Don't Talk
Chapter 6
You might just pad my ego
Moros
He’s trembling and sofucking wide eyed as he stares at my cock that I wonder if he’s ever considered this before.
Has he ever seen one beside his own before?
It's almost like he’s enamored by the sight, enthralled by my piercings as his fingers dance down my length to count each one through the bottom of my shaft with a silent puckering of his lips.
“You wanna taste, don’t you?”
He shakes his headnobut whispers ayesso I move closer. Work the tips of my fingers into his tight hole. Search for that magic spot that’ll make him forget all about any reservations he might have about fucking another man.
And fuck is what we’re gonna do once I loosen him up enough to not hurt him.
If I can wait that fucking long.
“Moros,” he murmurs like a prayer, pink tongue poking out to wet his lips. “I really wanna suck you off.”
That pulls a snort from my throat and makes my balls tingle.
“Alright.”
He inches closer, hot breath fanning over my swollen cock head, my foreskin tingling with its retreat as if in invitation.
“But I also really,reallywant you to fuck me.”
My curse punches out of my tightening gut, and I can’t help myself.
I shove my two fingers knuckle deep in his ass despite his wince. His hole is tight, strangling my digits and doing all sorts of shit to my balls.
“Well? Start sucking.”
“Shit, okay.” He licks those puffy fucking lips again, hesitant. “Okay.”
His face is pinched as he plants his lips on my tip, but his eyes are set ablaze.
What a contradiction.
“Better start using those lips for something, kitten,” I half growl when he just stays there, pressed against my straining cock, my fingers working in and out of his hole.
I bury my free hand in his curls and grip tight, giving him a tug. He takes one last glance at me, one last flash of pain-filled lust in his hazel eyes before he wraps those fucking lips around me andsucks.
Precum leaks from me, and he groans at the taste before diving down my shaft and taking me all the way to the back of his throat.
“Fuck, kitten,” I groan as he constricts around me, fighting a gag and losing the battle. “You’re a dirty little cock whore, aren’t you?”
A water-filled gaze meets mine, and as his lips stretch around me, he nods. Swallows.
His hole flutters around my fingers and his tip leaks.
It’s a fucking sight to see his chatty fucking mouth filled and silent for once.
My fingers graze that spot inside him and he lets loose the filthiest sound I’ve ever heard, his moan garbled by how full his mouth is, his eyes rolling back.
I thrust harder into him, tagging him repeatedly until he’s spilling onto the bedding.
