Page 132 of Defend Me

Gah. He was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, but if I kept going, I’d cum down his throat. That wouldn’t give me a chance to explore the most depraved parts of him. And me.

“Don’t be greedy, Tilian,” I chided.

He rolled his eyes and pulled back. I trailed my thumb through the wetness dripping from his lips, then pushed it back into his mouth. He sucked on it with a loud moan.

“On your stomach,” I demanded.

He stripped out of his clothes, then laid down. I kicked off my pants and pulled my shirt over my head. On my knees, I palmed both of his ass cheeks and kneaded them with my fingers. He watched me over his shoulder as I spread him open to stare at his perfect asshole.

“Put your head down,” I instructed.

“No.”

I squeezed hard as I met his eyes. “Watching is a privilege. I don’t want you to anticipate any of my next moves.”

He whined, jutting his lip out adorably before he dropped his forehead onto his arms. I lowered onto my elbows and sunk my teeth into his cheek, making him jolt.

“Are you hard for me, Tilian?” He nodded. “You can’t touch yourself like this. Do you think you’ll still be able to cum?”

“Let’s find out,” he grumbled.

“Alright, you fucking brat.”

I spread his cheeks apart and made a single swipe over his hole with my tongue. The sound he made was muffled in his arms. When he tried to push back against me, I held him in place. Using firm pressure, I played at his entrance.

“Mm. Brooks,” he whimpered.

I pulled back to stare at his glistening hole. Spreading him as wide as I could, I circled his rim. His little gasps came quicker as I teased him with soft, slow touches.

“Please, Brooks. I need more.”

After streaming spit onto him, I stimulated him with my thumb. I obliged his pleas and gave his greedy ass two fingers at once. After his initial little cry of shock, he shifted to find more stimulation.

With my free hand, I grabbed the bottle of lube by my knee and squirted some on my knuckles, then thrust in further. As I continued, it leaked onto my fingers and was pushed into him. It became slick enough that my third finger was sucked in easily. I twisted and stretched them before I angled them and went directly for his prostate.

“God,” he grunted.

Leaning forward, I trailed my fingers down his spine. My lips pressed against his hip, then I bit down on his ass cheek.

I pulled my fingers free to stare at his asshole, open and fucking begging to be filled. Sinking them inside of him again, I reached deep before I removed them, then repeated those long strokes.

“Brooks,” he whined.

“Shh. I’ll give you everything you need, baby.”

Chapter 37

“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.”

Brooks

Bathed in his moonlight

Driven on by Tilian’s breathy whines, I pushed my pinky into his ass. His fingers tightened in the grass and he let out a long moan.

“One of these days,” I panted, “You’re going to take my entire fist in your ass, Tilian.”

“Promise?”

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