Page 6 of Mine to Claim

I nuzzle against his silky dark blonde hair, keeping the caresses soft and unthreatening. "That's it. Just let go. I've got you."

Gradually, he melts against me, some of the fear bleeding away as I trail my hand lower, gliding over his soft cock. He twitches but soon presses into my palm as I resume stroking him. His cock, though not as large as mine, is impressive nonetheless, as if somehow made to fit perfectly in my hand. He pulses now as I tighten my strokes, and before long, he's rocking his hips.

"Good boy," I praise, nibbling his shoulder.

My free hand wanders over his body, then tweaks a nipple. He whines, grinding his ass against my swollen, aching length, and the sound somehow only makes me harder.

I grasp his leaking cock with more force, more speed, pumping steadily as he pants and gasps. My other arm bands tight around his chest, holding him close as I grind my throbbing, leaking cock along his crease.

He jerks and grunts each time my engorged tip catches his snug rim, oversensitive and overwhelmed. I grind against him slowly, letting him feel my solid length nestled against his crease.

"Feel that, boy? Feel what you do to me?"

He whines, ass rubbing shamelessly against my cock that’s now so hard, it might fuckin’ explode. And when he releases a deep moan, his cock utterly soaked with precum, I know I have to have him.

"Yeah, you want it, don't you? Want me to fill you up, make you mine." I jerk him faster as he pants and scrambles at my arm, whining desperately, shaking and right on the edge.

"Come. Show me what a good boy you are."

He cries out, spilling in my fist. I stroke him through it, keeping my hips flush to his clenching hole.

At the height of his climax, I have no choice. My cock has to feel that tight hole, so I wedge just the swollen head inside his spasming heat. It's enough to pull my own hot release, a release that seems to go on forever and leaves me completely spent in a way I haven’t been in years.

We lay entwined, breathing slowing, his body relaxed against mine.

I've made him mine.

Chapter 4

"Youdidsowellfor me." I nip Devon's shoulders, savoring the feel of his slender body entwined with mine.

But he tenses in my arms, and before I can question it, he jerks away. "I didn't want to . . . do that."

I cup his chin, trying to meet his downcast eyes. “What do you mean, you didn’t want to do that?”

Devon glares up at me now, a storm swirling in those dark depths. "Wasn't supposed to feel good! I just wanted food—"

“You didn’t want it to feel good?”

“Shut up.” He turns away, a deep flush rising on his high cheeks.

Releasing his chin, I study his turned back. His shoulders are tense, his entire body radiating discomfort. But why?

I move closer, and then lean over him. “Nothing to be ashamed about.”

When he doesn’t pull away, I swipe a hand through his release on his stomach, bringing my slick fingers to his lips.

He turns his head, blushing fiercely. And when I gently angle his face back, he tugs from my grasp, looking away again. But he hasn’t moved, which I interpret as a good sign. I just need to be slow with him.

I let a few seconds pass before I ease one finger against his lips again. This time he doesn’t pull away but tentatively swipes his tongue out.

"That's it. Taste what you did for me. Taste what pleasure feels like." I work the finger slowly into his mouth until he's sucking eagerly, then withdraw to swipe more and push two fingers back in.

His lips seal around them as I pump them slowly. "You were made to give andreceivepleasure." I want this feral boy to know, no matter what shit the world’s come to, everyone deserves to experience pleasure.

He stops sucking a moment, body tense, his thin brows furrowed, as if my words are somehow alien.

Shit. This kid’s even more broken than I realized. Doesn’t even know what he’s doing is okay.

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