Page 77 of Taste of Death

He seemed to get the picture when I tugged his boxers down to reveal his cock, thick and long where it rested on his lower belly.

“Amy,” he hissed, putting his hand over mine. “You don’t have to. I appreciate the gesture very, very much but?—”

“I want to.” A smile pulled at my lips as I stuck my tongue out, giving a small lick to his broad head. “Really, I do. Let me be selfish too and find out how you really taste.”

He stopped resisting then, and relaxed against the headboard. “You’re more than I’ve ever fucking deserved.” His fingers stroked through my hair, gathering the strands away from my face. “Can I still touch you?”

I loved his hands on me, all his caresses and holds and kisses. But even then I felt the scars on my abdomen, a constant, unyielding reminder that I was not truly as beautiful as he found me. That despite his hard length right in front of my face, I still had the potential to completely turn him off.

“Just not under my T-shirt, okay?”

A flicker of an expression crossed his face, something like disappointment, but it was gone in an instant. “Of course, darling. Only where you’ll feel good.”

Hewas so good, almost too good to be true. So protective and confident, but sweeter and kinder than any man I’d ever known. It only heightened my desire to please him, to give to him without taking anything for myself. He’d already given me so much.

My lips slid over his crown, my hand wrapping around the base of his shaft with a slight squeeze. Novak was already moaning as my tongue circled his head. I gave a few experimental strokes, listening to what kind of pressure and speed he liked best.

“Fuck, so good,” he choked out when my hand twisted slightly just below his head. “Akra, fuck… your mouth. You’re incredible.”

His praise brought my confidence to a level I’d never felt before. I took more of him in my mouth, adding pressure with my lips and tongue to his velvety skin. Like a perfect gentleman, he held my hair back, twisted into a loose knot in his fist. The other hand caressed my neck and face. It was like he physically couldn’t stop himself from touching me, from marveling at me. I was in the submissive position here, but it felt like he was the one worshiping me.

“So beautiful, you’re sucking me so well.” His voice became rough with a predatory edge. “Fucking Temkra, you’re a vision. So fucking stunning, ugh, that mouth. So perfect, don’t stop.”

I built up to a steady rhythm, basking in his filthy, sweet words and eager for the reward of his release. He was solid and heavy, swelling even thicker with each stroke of my fist and tongue.

“I can smell how wet you are. You like sucking me that much, akra? Fuck, I want to touch you so bad.”

His hand groped over my T-shirt, finding my breasts through the baggy material. I moaned with my mouth full of him and would have gasped if I could. He pulled and twisted the fabric taut, making it rasp against my achingly sensitive nipples.

“I want your bare skin on mine,” Novak groaned. “I want these perfect tits filling my hands and no clothing between us when I finally fuck you. Is that selfish enough?”

That declaration should have sent alarm bells ringing, should have scared me into removing him from my mouth and backing away while telling him no, that would never happen.

But I just moaned agreement, leaning into the pressure of his hands and taking him deeper down my throat. Everything felt too good. I was swept away in the pleasure this was providing for me, not just him. His noises and needy, desperate touches, the heaviness of him on my tongue. All of it was proof of how I affected him, how sexy and irresistible he found me. That validation fed me like I was starving. For once in my life, I felt just a tiny bit powerful.

It would be over as soon as he came, like a broken spell. An illusion ripped away. I knew that I didn’treallyhave power over him, that there were plenty of other women sexier than me, better at blowjobs than me. Novak didn’t actually want to see me naked that badly. He probably already forgot that he said it. But for the moment, I could keep living in this fantasy of being the perfect woman of his wildest dreams.

“Akra, I’m so close.” Novak’s head was thrown back, the muscles of his throat working with each choked word. “You have me right there, you’re going to make me fucking explode.”

My jaw ached and my lungs burned from not taking a deep breath for several minutes. I didn’t want to stop and yet I still wanted to make him come, just to know that I could please him enough.

Novak released with a bellowing roar. His cock swelled almost to the point of cutting off my air completely before his salty release coated my tongue and throat. His hands went to his sides, clutching the sheets with a death grip while he shuddered stiffly.

I kept him in my mouth until he was completely spent and he pulsed softly from aftershocks. He grabbed my upper arms and hauled me upward the moment my mouth was free. When he leaned to kiss me, I backed away in shock. Surely he wouldn’t want to taste himself on me?

With a rough growl, he held the back of my head and plundered my mouth with his own. I was still catching my breath and his deep, insistent kiss took me to a new level of lightheadedness.

His tongue tangled with mine and he sucked lightly at my lips like this was any other kiss. If tasting his own pleasure bothered him at all, he made no show of it.

A tiny prick of pain made me gasp, and then Novak licked gently at the wound. A shiver raced down my spine, all my erogenous zones pulsing with pleasure. He pulled back with a smirk, his exposed fang tipped with my blood.

“You’re incredible, akra.” He kissed the small wound on my lip, which was already closed and healing. Again, the pleasurable rush of sensations made me inhale sharply, and Novak made a low, approving noise in his throat. “Will you let me return the favor?”

A large hand caressed my inner thigh, kneading and stroking just outside of my panties. I squirmed under his touch, already sensitive and aroused from what I just did to him. Or rather, how he mademefeel while I did that to him.

“With your hand?” I squeaked. It wouldn’t take much.

“I meant with my mouth.” His fangs trailed my neck. “But I’ll please you however you prefer.”

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