Page 61 of Voracious

I look down the hallway, unable to see the main entrance of the manor. I swallow, but as my blood sings in my ears, I hook my thumbs into the fabric, slowly sliding them down my legs. They pool at my feet, and I step out of them, then lean down to grab the material and hold them out to him.

He stuffs them into his pocket and takes a step back. “Kneel.”

I do.

My ass rests on my boots, the cold leather biting into my skin. I wait, lifting my eyes to his skull mask and watch him slowly unbuckling his belt, unzipping his combats and freeing his cock.

I don’t take my eyes off him as he presses his palm to the wall above me, guiding his tip to my lips, sliding his precum across them. My tongue slips out, tasting him, barely grazing the head of his cock.

“Open.”

A man of few words, yet they’re enough to make my pussy throb.

I part my lips.

His voice is low, tone controlled but deep. “Tongue out.”

I do as I’m told, my fingers digging into my thighs in lust-filled anticipation. He guides his dick forward, sliding the head against my tongue, only an inch, in and out, and I can taste more of his precum as it leaks from the swollen head.

“If you need to breathe, tap my leg.” Then he shrugs. “Or don’t.”

Then my head hits the wall as he thrusts fully into my mouth, down my throat, gagging me into silence. My eyes water, and I swallow around the length of him as he groans.

With his metallic skeleton mask looking down at me, framed by the black hood, the view from where I am is terrifying. But does that make me insane to want more? To be turned on by this?

His other hand still on the wall, he wraps one of my ponytails around his leather-clad fist, fucking my mouth, and I’m pinned between two immovable objects as his cock pummels my throat. I try to drag in some fresh air as I hear him groan and mutter a deep, dragged-outfuckunder his breath.

He gets into a steady rhythm as he robs me of air, and I keep my eyes on him, not daring to look away as tears slide down my cheeks.

Kade pulls fully out of my mouth, and I fill my burning lungs, a string of saliva trailing from my mouth to his tip, before he drives back into my throat and my head is firm against the wall again. His cock swells even thicker between my lips, and my tongue traces each bulging vein.

Deep. Hard. Fast. Everything I want him to do between my legs, he’s doing to my mouth. Attacking my throat with lethal rage.

“Always such a good girl when you’re on your knees for me. Taking every inch, your throat welcoming me home.” He punches the wall above me as he grits out, “Fuck, Stacey, fucking keep sucking my cock.”

The fake blood on my chest is smearing from all the liquid leaving the corners of my mouth. The gagging sounds mix with the wet sloshing of each thrust of his cock, and I hear him hiss; see him press the forehead of his mask to the wall as I swallow.

When he goes faster, I want to wrap my hand around the thickness of his cock, but he has it pushed in to the hilt. More saliva gathers in my mouth and drips down my chin, and I’m not sure if that’s causing the puddle beneath me, or if it’s the slick desire from my throbbing pussy.

I gasp for air as he pulls out again, and before I can wipe my mouth, he yanks me to my feet and pushes me against the wall, dragging his leather-clad thumb across my mouth. The skull glares back at me as my chest rises and falls.

The mask lifts, revealing his good looks, before he lowers to his knees one at a time.

“Part yourself. Show me your pretty little cunt.”

I run my shaking fingers up my soaked thighs, pulling the material of my tutu up to reveal my needy core before parting my pussy lips for him.

He stares at how wet and swollen and eager I am for him. I keep myself open as he glides his palms up the back of my thighs, grasping my ass cheeks so hard he’s parting them too.

I shake in my heels as he leans forward and kisses my inner thigh, then the other.

I moan as he dives forward, hidden beneath my tutu, sucking on my clit harshly and taking it between his teeth. My fingers slide from the intensity of the feeling that overwhelms me, but I breathe and part myself again around his mouth as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Put your leg over my shoulder.”

My fingers grab at his hood, holding him in place as I hook my leg over his shoulder, opening myself to him further. I grind against this mouth and whimper, “Oh God,” as he swipes at my clit then lowers to my entrance to devour my cunt like a starved animal.

“I knew you were delicious, Freckles,” he growls against my clit, taking it between his teeth again and making me jump in shock as his fingertips press at my back hole again. “I just needed a reminder.”

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