Page 44 of Dravin

She’s having entirely too much fun with this. “Never mind. I won’t gag you at all. I’ll gag you so hard that I won’t gag you at all. I’ll leave you here suffering.”

“And yourself too.”

“Nah. I’ll go home and rub one out and I’ll be good to go. No suffering artist over here.” That’s a damn lie. No matter how many times I’ve fantasized about her or okay, rubbed a few out while wishing I was with her—and I know how fucked up that is and how bad it sounds—it’s been completely unsatisfying.

It’s hot that she narrows her eyes at me, knowing that I’m completely full of bullshit.

“Mmhmm. I’m sure that whatever you were giving yourself was as good as this.” She grasps my cock and slides her lips over my head, sucking me in so enthusiastically that my cock gets a firsthand acquaintance with a burst of pain.

I don’t have those kinks, or at least I didn’t think I did, but holyshit. I’m open to changing my mind. She goes about giving me the best blowjob of my life. The best hand job too, as she jacks the base of my cock while still taking me to the back of her throat.

She works me hard before slipping her other hand off my ass and grabbing my balls. She squeezes just right, althoughevery way she could possibly touch them at this point would be just right. She keeps doing it until my head falls back, I make animal grunts, until I’m so damnfinished.

The absolute last straw is feeling Kael shift and opening my eyes just long enough to see her rub her thighs together. I realize just how turned on she is, how badly she wants to touch herself, what sucking my cock is doing toher.

“Kael…” I grip her face, trying not to be rough about it, but also trying to get her to stop. “I’m going to come.”

In about three seconds.

I’m desperate to get her face away from me, although coating her in my seed from head to fucking foot is just about the hottest thing that’s ever popped into my brain. It’s far sexier as a fantasy. Real life tends to make things look a little less glamorous. Even if she was hot for it and it was just as amazing when it happened as it was in my head, there’s no way I can do that to her. I can’t go from protesting that this isn’t a good idea to making the absolute filthiest experience the starring feature in my next ten years’ spank bank material.

She immediately grasps my thighs and hangs on hard. She’s more than toned from working out and all that training. She’s strong and her grasp is like iron. There’s zero chance of getting her to stop, which means zero chance of not coming in her mouth. It’s a pretty clear way of telling me that this is what she wants.

The climax rips through me, my mind tearing apart, the bottom of everything just falling out from underneath of me. The floor is gone and the ceiling, all the walls. The world and all my reasons I had for not doing this. I’ve never felt pleasure like this.Pleasure so close tooblivionandrapture. Bliss so deep that it permeates my whole being.

Kael doesn’t stop until I have nothing left to give. Until I sag against her, setting my hand tenderly on her head, breathing like an injured animal. She releases my cock and tucks me tenderly back into my pants. She does up the zipper and pats my leg.

“Thank you. That was nice.”

I can’t imagine my face right now. Hers is absolutely angelic. “Thank you?” I sputter. “It’s me who should be thanking you!”

She stands up, grasping my hand to steadymebefore she walks back to the couch, picks up her brush, and gets settled with the canvas. Just like the world didn’t monumentally just shift.

I must have astupefied expression of a lifetime going on because she blinks innocently at me. “Baby steps, Dray. That’s what we need.”

“Not Dray.Please.”

She winks. “Okay, daddy it is.” I growl low in my throat, pulling a face. “Ooh,” she squeals. “That’s it!” She literally kicks her feet in excitement. “Keep the growly snarl thing going, pick up the pomegranate, and let’s get back to work.”

“Kael.”

She ignores my flat tone.

“Kael.”

She keeps her head bent over the painting that she’s not even working on.

“Kael!”

Her head snaps up. “Yes, Daddy Dravin?”

I sigh and grab the damn fruit. It’s half wrecked, but maybe that’s exactly the look Kael was going for. Cross my fucking heart, I can’t even believe that this is real and we’re doing this. Continuing to paint as though nothing happened, or as though this vibe—me, in my ruined as hell, fucked up, confused, still half-drunk with pleasure state—is exactly the look that needed to be captured to make the painting what she wanted.

You, you dumb shit. You’re what she wants and she’s what you want, so why are you fighting it so hard? Try letting go for a minute and just trusting her. Trust your fucking self.

“Kael?”

“Yes?” She’s gone back to studying her canvas, and this time she’s painting, her whole attention fixed back on her work, but I know she’s not unaffected. Not at all.

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