Page 66 of Make Me Pretty
His exhale is loud between us. “Yeah.”
I lightly slap his pretty, blushed face again—because I can—then reach down to grab his throat on a gasp. His pulse is erratic, chugging just beneath his skin as his arm starts to tremble. Istare down between us, dry-mouthed as our cocks brush with every small gyrate against his hand.
My hips drop down, trapping Abel’s arm beside our dicks. His fingers graze my balls, making me shudder as he breathes in my ear, “I can’t stretch when you pin me.”
With a scoff, I pull up and away, widening my stance as I sit on my haunches. Staring down at Abel, my mouth curves into a smile. Such a grungy little runt.
“I said I wanted you wet—not stretched.”
His lips part on an “O” before he nods. “I am.”
And that’s all I need to grab my shaft and direct myself back into his tunnel of heat. There’s resistance when I push against his ring. Abel grunts and shifts his hips, fingers catching against mine as he changes the angle.
With a breathy rasp, he says, “Try again.” I flush at his guidance. And I wish I could look at him, to see whatever it is he’s feeling, but as I press forward and Abel pushes out, I’m sucked inside, and it’s all lost from there.
“Jesus fuck,” I groan, choking on my heart as it slams inside my throat. Abel grunts softly. Beads of perspiration lick across his upper lip, so I reach down to swipe them with my tongue. He arches to catch my mouth.
“How’re you so tight?” I grit and smack my thighs to his ass, buried deep.
His breathy little, “Oh,” catches in his throat, even as it burns straight through me. Abel’s body is pliable and small beneath me, legs folded around my hips, heels dug into my lower back. Fingers scratch across my skin, individual trails of fire that only send me higher.
I’m lost in the motion of our bodies moving together. He meets every jarring thrust with a downward arch of his own. Nails imbed, teeth clash, tasting of copper and desperation.Breaths become one until there’s only the dance of demons buried in sex.
“Touch me,” he begs, dragging his tongue up my throat. He sucks on skin, and I return the favor—with much more teeth.
“Touch yourself,” I snarl, flicking his nipple ring before pulling up to taste his mouth. Saliva leaks between us, smearing around and joining the beads of sweat. The copious liquids make the glide that much easier. A harsh rut of need and hate.
“C-can’t reach,” he whines desperately as his fingers flex against my abs. I catch a tear as it slips out, dragging up over his lid to the barbell at the bridge of his nose. I tongue the silver on either side before making my way down to the permanently bruised hollow beneath his eye.
“Fuck.” I reach down and dig my fingers into his ass to roll us back over. The flip makes Abel gasp, and he clutches at my shoulders as I fall backward. The impact is jarring, and I can’t breathe as Abel takes it in stride, never slowing the momentum for a moment.
He’s less reserved this time. Not bothering to take it slow or make it last. My pretty little runt just takes what he wants and makes it good for me.
“Fuck, pup, that’s it.”Jesus, I really resisted this?
Hell, be damned. It’s worth it.
Abel mewls as he bounces on my dick, hands buried in his hair, head tossed back. His little cock bobs in the air between us, creating the sweetest little smack with every jarring impact of his ass to my thighs.
Every drop, he clenches his hole, cinching his ring tight around my base as he pulls back up, just to repeat the consuming vortex all over again.
My hands find their way to his concaved abdomen, and the trail of hair is just as thick but even softer than I thought it’dbe. I drag my touch through and over, fingering his belly button, which makes his hips stutter in their movement.
He swats at my hand with a frown. “Don’t.”
“I’ll do what I want, and you’ll be a good pup to remember that.” The flash in his eyes, the impossible strangulation on my dick, proves just how much he loves that.
“Peris…” I find my way down his happy trail and into the hair at his groin, coiled and blonde and thick. Abel shudders at my touch, and when I graze the silky stretched skin of his shaft, it jerks against my knuckles as it pulses.
Cum spurts from his little hole and onto my stomach, hot and milky. “Oh, s-shit.Mmm.” His head rolls between his shoulders, sheets of white blanketing his face. I reach up to brush them away. Abel turns and catches my hand, smearing his lips over his spunk.
“Please come in me, baby. Wanna feel you inside me.” When his tongue darts out, hazy, molten eyes locked on mine, channel rippling as he rocks his way through his orgasm, my own smacks into me like a brick wall.
“Jesus Christ, runt,” I grunt, eyes rolling back when my dick jerks inside his ass, filling him just like he wanted.
When the room comes back to me, it’s in blurry flashes. White and pink, black and gray.
Weight shifts, and cold air hits my dick, making me hiss. The bed dips, drawing my focus. My head rolls to the right, watching Abel as he stands unsteadily beside me. I reach out to brush my knuckles over his scabs, turning to pick at one with the blunt edge of my nail.
