Page 43 of Dravin

I close my eyes and let my head fall back, releasing a breath that cleaves my lungs in half and keeps on slicing, cutting me right down the middle. “What do you want me to say? Do you want me to admit that I think you’re gorgeous? That I can’t stay away from you? That I want this as badly as you do?”

“It’s a good start.”

I cup her face, tilting it back up. “Hurt comes in many forms. I would never betray my word, but I’d also never betray you. That means never, ever harming you. Physically, I know I never would, but I can’t promise that I can give you what you—”

“Shh.” She turns, grazing my fingers with her hot lips. Inexplicably, she spits into my palm. My dick betrays me, getting even harder right there in the chokehold she has on it. “You need to stop worrying about that. You’re betraying no one and nothing. I know you’d never hurt me. Just take a breath and put your hand on your cock and touch yourself for me. I want to watch.”

I can’t believe I really heard that right, but of course I did. This is Kael and there is nothing ofthe expectedabout her. She doesn’t follow form or function. She’s not someone you can just box up neatly. She’s an artist in all parts of life.

She guides my wet hand to my own length and makes a fist around mine. I squeeze so hard that my tip goes from red to almost purple, a slick stream of precum leaking from the tip.

Kael and I both watch, but I go from watching me to watching her as soon as I see her lick her lips. Her face hardens with renewed determination and desire.Fuck.

“Don’t worry,” she assures me again, although by this time most of the blood has siphoned from my brain to the point that I can barely remember my own name let alone why I shouldn’t do this. “I’m way more likely to break you than you. Once I decide I want something, I can be quite set on getting my way.”

She moves my hand, stroking down the length of my cock right to the tip before she pushes it quite aggressively back.

“I don’t think that’s true at all.”

“Alright, well, once I decide I want something, I’m not changing my mind and I’m known to be an incredibly creative person.”

I hear what she’s not saying.

Why take the long, slow, torturous way around where you fight and fight and fight against yourself, only to end up in the same place. It would be far less masochistic just to go for it.

“Fuck.” That’s not a no and it’s also not a yes. It’s uncertainty. Maybe not to this, but where does this end and our real lives start? Is this a real life that we’re living? If Kael had a choice in the real world, would she ever choose me?

She seems to answer that for herself as she guides me straight to her face. She’s not shy, but takes the head of my cockstraight into her mouth, rolling her tongue over it as she sucks me. She’s deliberately loud, popping me out of her mouth with a wet sound and looking up at me with a satisfied smirk that makes my balls draw up and the base of my spine tingle.

Yeah. Not happening. I’m not going to come in her mouth and certainly not after two point six seconds.

She tests my resolve by shoving my hand down to the base and taking as much of me in her mouth as she can. She takes a lot. All the way to my fingers, which means that I’m dangerously close to hitting the back of her throat. She pulls back and pushes forward, forcing even more of me in. This time, she does it so roughly that she gags, but she keeps going, swallowing around me, and nearly giving me a heart attack.

“Mmm,” she groans over and again as she sucks me hard. Just that sound of satisfied pleasure, like I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted.

She goes way too hard, sucking me in a dirty, frenzied way that nearly knocks me right over, and then she pulls back, teasing and gentle, swirling her tongue over my tip the same way she should have led with. It’s worse now, and by worse, I mean better. But it’s getting harder to keep myself from ramming into her mouth and coming down her throat in a burst of lost control. It’s not just a few tingles when she finds that sensitive spot on the underside of my head or when she does wicked things like tracing the slit before slowly gliding me along her tongue, straight to the back of her throat again.

She bats my hand away, taking just about all of me this time. She swallows so she doesn’t gag, repeating the motion while I stay at the back of her throat. I pull out a little, but shegrabs my ass, digging her nails in through my pants, and tugs me closer.

All I can do is hover my hands near her hair, afraid that if I wrap my fingers in the strands, I’ll pull to hard or press too hard or do something too hard.

She sucks me over and over again, and then pulls back completely, but keeps her mouth open for a few seconds. Drool glistens at the corners of her lips. She gathers it up with her tongue, grasps my cock with her hand and jacks me like she instructed me to do. I never did it, so she does it for me, coating her hand in my wetness before looking up at me and licking one of her fingers, one by fucking one.

My balls just about explode. I nearly come all over the place right that instant. I never imagined anything so innocent could be so filthy.

“Mmm,” she moans again, sliding the last finger out of her mouth, wetter than it was before. “I’m an artist, not a wordsmith, so you’ll have to help me here. What’s a word that means deliciously decadent, but also with dick in it?”

Yeah right. She’s asking me for this when my brain is pretty much a pile of mush?

“Dickadent. That’s it. Your dick is dickadent. Ten out of ten. Would definitely recommend and eat here again.” She laughs. Hard. Not at me, and I’m so captivated by watching her do it that I could come from that too. Anything, apparently, where she’s concerned. “You should see your face. I’m so sorry, Dray.”

“Please don’t call me that.”

“What should I call you then?” Her coy expression lets me know exactly what’s coming and I can’t get my hand over her mouth to stop her. “Daddy?”

“If you call medaddy, ever, I will gag you with my cock so hard that you’ll…”

“What? You’ll what?”

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