Page 7 of All Your Bloody Lies

He does not hesitate to immediately begin fucking my throat. Each thrust is harder than the last, and while he is not giving me enough time to breathe, I bask in the secretion that is sweetening down my throat.

“Holy fuck, you must have lots of practice,” he grunts through his drive.

What the fuck? Who says that?

As though I’m some whore.I’ll remember that when I’m satisfied, you fucking prick.

With another rough thrust, one that stretches the back of my throat, I feel his grip around my neck. The hand behind my head exerts a vice-like grip, anchoring me in place. For a brief moment, I wonder if he has killed in this manner before.

My body twitches involuntarily, the deprivation of oxygen in my lungs tempting me to struggle for breath. But I resist the urge, refusing to engage in the primal battle for air. Despite my instincts urging me to fight for it, I don’t. The dizzying sensation of light-headedness is a thrilling experience my starved body craves. The blur that slowly pulls from the edges of my vision as I look up at the man ready to end my life with his cock, drives my cunt to pulse and drip.

Only a few more seconds pass, and as he pulls back, I gasp for air to fill my lungs. He doesn’t release my throat and pulls me by it to stand. “You are a wet dream. No one has ever taken me like that—no way I’ll kill you.”

My vision begins to focus, and I grin. “How about you suffocate on my cunt, you filthy fucking animal.”Damn it, I need to watch it. “Please…” my breathless plea rekindles my submissiveness, and Miles seems to eat it up just as I crave for him to consume me.

He flings me onto the couch with force, dropping to his knees and ripping my panties away. His gaze isn’t worshipful; it is more appreciative, devouring. “Such a pretty pink pussy, so delicate looking.” I spread my legs eagerly, my hands sliding down to my knees and gripping them firmly in place. “Presenting for me, what a good girl. You know what us Shifters like.” He licks his lips.

Unfortunately, I keep the comment to myself.Gods, do I hate being called that…

“You keep it shaved too, with such a cute little landing strip. I love…” My entire body rolls with a chill, goosebumps rising on my skin.Love, what a stupid fucking word… just as bad as someone calling me a good girl.

“You like the praise, baby doll?”

I struggle to restrain the primal urge to rip his tongue out for daring to utter those words. “Praise my pussy with your mouth.” I bring my hand down and spread my lips for him to have at me. I am tired of looking at his face, even if it is handsome. Any more talking and I will begin sucking back all the arousal soaking my bottom lips and thighs.

Without another word, he leans in and begins his adventure. As I anticipated, his tongue is rough, nearly as sizable as his cock, I swear. A loud, throaty moan escapes me instantly. He’s not particularly skilled, but at least he can locate my bundle of nerves. With each stroke of his tongue from my pussy to my clit, I twitch involuntarily.

I’ll never comprehend why straight men don’t bother to master the art of pleasing a woman orally. This Shifter is old enough to have had ample experience between thighs to know better.

Fucking focus on the nerve, you shit! Why are you treating it like you are swimming laps through a pool?!

After a few flicks of his tongue, I think he might sit back, but he’s out of his mind if he thinks that’s happening. The hand not holding open the curtains for him to have free rein, grabs his short hair and yanks him back in. I’m not gentle; I grip him and hold him firmly right at my clit.

“That’s it, right there,” I purr, encouraging him to remain in place.

Fucking Shifters. He pulls back with all his strength, and though I could easily hold him, I choose not to. “I want you to come all over my cock, not my face.”

I suppress my groan. He could eat me out for three business days, and I still wouldn’t be ready to squirt all over him.

“Let me ride you until we are both satisfied then,” I was tired of this, and famished. The high from his lust has all but drained away, and even his secretion isn’t enough to appease my dwindling patience.

He doesn’t hesitate to lift me, swiftly turning us so he can sit on the couch. My legs instinctively straddle his hips, wasting no time in sliding down onto him.

Massive, fucking Goddess of sanity, he stretches me

good—I enjoy the pain it brings. Not waiting for his size to settle, I slam down onto him. The tip of his cock and my walls fighting for dominance. He is far too long, but I don’t care. He could tear right through me and I would welcome the added length inside me.

His loud groan echoes as his greedy hands seize my hips, propelling me into motion. While I need no assistance, he seems eager to take control, so be it. With one hand slipping down between my slit, I roll my fingers seamlessly against my clit.

Gods, I revel in how I make myself feel. There’s no emotional attachment to this body lifting and slamming me down, knowing I could achieve the same, if not rougher, sensations with the monster toys I have stored away at home. Yet, unfortunately, I can’t satisfy my own hunger. How much simpler would my life be if that were the case?

The sound of my arousal harmonizes with my moans, my legs twitching as I’m stretched and my bundle of nerves ignite. It surprises me enough that I gasp when Miles leans in and sucks on my neck. He better not dare bite me, or I swear I’ll kill him before we both reach our orgasm.

Thankfully, he refrains from biting and instead traces marks down my collarbone to my breast.

“You feel fucking fantastic, let me come all over this beautiful body.”

Sorry, buddy, that isn’t happening. I’m grateful that I’m impervious to both pregnancy and disease, at least none that can be transmitted to me by Dylox or Mundanes. While my own kind could pose such risks, since we’re nearly extinct, I’m never too concerned.

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