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He gripped my ass where he’d struck me. “Such a slut,” he growled between kisses. “Dripping wet for my cock.” He captured my dick with his other hand and swiped a rough thumb over my slit, smearing moisture all around my cockhead. He pushed his thumb into the tiny opening, sending stinging pain straight up my dick.

I grabbed his shoulders and shoved hard. In the split second I managed to knock him back, I dropped down and nuzzled his cock through his pants. He had to be as close as I was. His hard length strained his laces. I licked him through the leather and pressed my face against his groin.

He speared his fingers through my hair and pulled me off. “Take it out and get it wet. All the way inside and don’t move.”

I ripped the laces open, thrilling at his sharp intake of breath. He was one of the biggest males in Nor Doru, but sometimes I liked to remind him I could hold my own. His thick cock filled my mouth, and we both groaned.

I took him straight to the back of my throat until my nose brushed the wiry golden hair beneath his rock-hard abs. Carefully, I swallowed, letting my throat close and open around his shaft. I held still as my eyes streamed and my body urged me to jerk away.

But I stayed put. In the quiet, I felt him everywhere—and not just because my mouth was stuffed with his cock. My ass tingled from his blow. My lips were swollen from his punishing kiss. The tip of my dick throbbed from his rough handling. All these things combined to make fire crackle just under my skin. I breathed him in, saliva slipping from my mouth to coat my chin. I stayed perfectly still. Because he’d told me to.

He stroked a hand over my hair, then cupped the back of my head as he eased his dick from my aching jaw, avoiding my fangs. He dropped his hand to my nape and kneaded the muscle there. “Good boy,” he rasped. He trailed the tip of his dick through the mess on my chin before tapping it against my parted lips. “Now suck.”

I went to work, sucking and licking. Cheeks hollowed, I bobbed up and down his dick, letting the spongy head nail the back of my throat. I covered every inch of him, swirling my tongue from his tip down to his heavy balls that swayed as he bucked his hips. I dragged the bar in my tongue up and down his length, and was rewarded with shots of salty precome. When I licked down the wrinkled seam of his sack, he leaned over and fingered my hole.

“You open enough for me?”

“Fuck yes.” He speared me with two thick fingers. Curled them just so, hitting the spot that made me see stars. I gasped against his thigh. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

He gripped my jaw one-handed and pulled me up. “No, you’re not,” he growled against my mouth. “Not until I taste you.” He kissed me once, hard, then flung me roughly onto the bed.

I sprawled on my back and drank him in as he stripped out of his clothes. I spread my legs and arched shamelessly, writhing like the slut he’d called me. Because what else was I supposed to do when confronted by his broad, chiseled chest and thick biceps? The deep V-shaped cuts above his hips. His flat nipples on those round pecs, and the trail of golden hair that led straight to his monster of a dick. My fangs descended, and I hissed at the sight of his strong hand gripping his dusky, veined shaft. It was so long and thick it curved upward.

“Give it to me,” I demanded, spreading wider.

Smoldering golden eyes narrowed. Nude now, he planted a knee on the bed and grabbed me around the thighs. He yanked me to him, then pushed my legs wide and rolled me up onto my shoulders. My spine curled and my knees touched the bed. The position left me splayed open. Completely at his mercy. I wrapped my arms around the backs of my knees to keep my balance.

He slapped his dick directly over my hole, which made me jump and bite my lip to keep from moaning. When he saw me holding back, he did it again…and again, until the room echoed with his wet thwacks and my pitiful begging. That must have satisfied him, because he stopped his wicked spanking and pushed my cheeks so wide cool air caressed the inside of my hole. “Thought I already told you how this is going to go. You’re not getting my dick until I get a taste of this ass.” Without breaking my stare, he lowered his head and licked up my crease.

“Fuck!” Fire sizzled over my skin, coalescing around my rim, which he stroked firmly with his tongue, copying the pattern I’d traced with my finger. He circled my hole for several moments before switching to long, sweeping caresses, kissing my opening as deeply and thoroughly as he kissed my mouth. In seconds, I was a breathless, babbling mess. He stayed quiet, his glittering gaze holding mine captive as he lapped and sucked. This was more than a taste. He was eating me whole. Opening me with his lips and tongue.

Each swipe was the most delicious torture. Every wet, decadent sound threatened to tip me over the edge. His stubble abraded my sensitive skin. My hole twitched and fluttered as I moaned helplessly. My heartbeat throbbed in my dick, which lay stiff and shiny against my heaving stomach.

He pulled back, spit into my pucker, and went back to his feast.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded, my thighs shaking. “Please, baby.”

In response, he threw a thick arm around my waist and jerked me closer, holding my ass to his face in a possessive grip. He buried his face deeper and speared me with his tongue. He drove it in and out, fucking me with it. Loud and filthy. His eyes peeking up at me from between my legs were slits of molten gold.

I threw my head back and unleashed a string of hoarse nonsense interspersed with profanity. He’d robbed me of coherent speech, which was perhaps his intention. Now I was nothing more than a trembling collection of needs and desires.

At last, he lifted his head. He swiped the back of his hand over his mouth and gripped his cock. His big fist squeezed, and a fat bead of moisture swelled at his slit. Gaze fierce, he touched it gently to my hole.

The muscle clamped reflexively. He’d soaked me. I could feel the moisture pooled at my opening.

He squeezed more precome into my hole—and I was so open I felt it drip inside my passage. Taunting. Maddening.

“All the gods, Varick,” I rasped through a throat sore from shouting. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” He lowered my hips to the bed but kept my thighs pushed to my chest, folding me in half, my knees pinned to my shoulders and his big hands holding me open. With a sexy swivel of his hips, he dragged the tip of his cock around my quivering entrance, stirring the oil and saliva gathered there. “What will you do?”

Shivers coursed over my skin. The scant space between us was as thick and volatile as the air just before a storm. “I’ll die,” I whispered, my voice sounding lost.

The look on his face was blistering. With agonizing slowness, he picked up the oil and drizzled a liberal amount on my hole. Just as slowly, he coated his shaft until his dick and hand were glistening. Then he lined himself up and leaned over me. “Well we can’t have that,” he murmured, and pushed inside.

At last. At fucking last.

My head went back of its own accord. The sounds that left me were feral. Animalistic. His cock slid home, filling me with delicious pressure that lit up every nerve ending on the way in. He’d prepped me so thoroughly, the burn was next to nothing as he seated himself to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed snugly against my ass.

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