Page 141 of Serpent In White
“Do you… love her?” He asks, his tone cracking my heart in half.
He doesn’t sound like my King in this moment… He sounds like a child. Insecure and afraid, and I hate that I’ve made him sound that way.Idid this to him…
I’m a piece of shit.
“I don’t think so.” I take his hand in mine, locking our fingers. “Not like I love you…”
He shudders, forehead dropping forward to rest on my shoulder, nuzzling his lips in the crook of my neck. “I can’t lose you, my prince. I can’t lose both of you…”
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I hold him close to me, kissing his head, his cheeks, his jaw, then finally, he gives me his lips once more. Our kisses are slow, sensual and intense, confessing of feelings we don’t need to speak out loud. They’re here, rushing between us like a waterfall.
I need you, baby, I tell him, sucking his mouth raw.
I need you more.He tugs at my shirt, yanking it over my head and tossing it, coming back to my mouth instantly, like a magnetic force is pulling him to me. I feel the same way.
He places his hand on my chest, gripping my pectoral muscle while my heart bangs beneath his palm. Our lips glide and tumble, tongues tasting, teeth biting in urgent need.
Running my hands down his back to his ass, I grasp and squeeze, full and round in my hands while I bring him closer. He grinds against me, his erection stiff as it writhes on my own, sending an eager throb to my balls I haven’t felt since that last night in the woods.
“You’re so precious to me, baby,” he says with his other hand in my hair, tugging, keeping me still to kiss me steady. “I’m jealous, of course I am. I want you all to myself.”
“What about Drake?” I breathe over his lips, slipping my hands into his boxers, feeling the smooth skin that covers the rock-hard muscles of his ass.
“That’s different.” He pushes my sweatpants down. When he discovers I have nothing on beneath them, his dark eyes gleam.
An aroused grin covers my lips, a flush traveling up my neck, palpably. “One less piece of clothing in our way.”
He growls, easing himself on top of me, straddling my waist. “Be my feast tonight, baby. Please… I’mstarvedfor you.”
A mewl escapes me while I push his boxers down, large, erect cock flopping out onto my abs. Making a fist around it, I stroke slowly, holding our eye contact the entire time, until his eyelids droop and his head falls back.
“Fuck, I missed your touch.” He takes my other hand in his, running it up his chest to hold his pec. I circle my thumb around his nipple until it hardens, and my mouth is watering.
“I need to taste you, my King,” I plead, chest heaving from beneath him.
His eyes open, and he glances down at me, sucking his lower lip between his teeth, the sight pulsing my balls. He moves his hips until he’s sitting astride my chest, massive dick right in my face, waiting to be sucked dry.
Parting my lips, our eyes remain locked while I open wide, ready to receive his delicious cock. He shifts once more, pushing the head up to my mouth. The fat tip shoves inside first, and I immediately suck hard, tasting some of him already. I whimper, and he bucks his hips, giving me another inch.
Darian reaches forward to hold his headboard, guiding himself deeper into my mouth, slowly, so that I can adjust to him. Still, when he hits the back of my throat, I gag, and he groans. He sits up on his knees, angling himself deeper into my throat, pulling out and pushing back in while I hollow my cheeks.
He’s fucking my mouth, like I did to him the other night in the woods, while Drake was railing him in the ass.
And in this moment, I miss Drake. I would love to see him behind Darian right now, fucking him… Fuckingme, who knows. My cock flinches at the thought, and Darian reaches one hand behind him, fisting me tight. He jerks me slow while he fucks my throat, pushing deeper and deeper until his balls are on my chin.
“God, baby…” he groans, sliding in and out of my mouth, saliva dribbling from the corners, my eyes watering. “Does my Prince like to take his King’s cock deep in his throat?”
I nod, and he hums, hips flicking steadily, my jaw going numb already from his girth. His hand travels down to my nuts where he plays with them, fondling and rubbing and toying with me until precum is leaking from my cock.
Abruptly he pulls his dick out of my mouth, a trail of my spit going with it. Then he runs the head over my lips, down my chin. He drags his cock all over my mouth, and I fucking love it. Ilovethis, feeling like his pet, his toy, to do with as he pleases. To suck him and make him feel good, to treasure his dick like royalty, because that’s exactly what it is.
“Do you love my dick?” He rumbles down at me, dark eyes glimmering wickedly.
“Yes, sir,” I answer immediately, witnessing his cock flinch.
He moves up farther, dragging his balls over my chin, up to my lips. “What about my balls, baby? Do you love them, too?”
I groan and nod, parting my lips to suck on his nuts, licking them all over, using my whole mouth to cherish them;him. I’ll gladly fucking worship every part of him.
