Page 214 of Frost and Death
I moan, seeking that promise as if it is one of my own and sealing it with a kiss while touching his cock.
He breaks the kiss, loosening his hold on my hair and smirking. “Take everything you want.”
I eagerly comply, turning to his dick. But Jerrick stops me and shakes his head.
I arch a brow in confusion.
He chuckles, patting his chest. “Plant your pretty cunt on my face so I can revel in your taste.”
Oh,fuck.
He sits up, kissing me once before moving me on top of him, aligning my center with his face as his cock hovers inches from my mouth.
I tremble with pleasure as his tongue licks at the wetness running down my thighs.
Jerrick squeezes my hips, and I grind against him.
I hold the top of his thighs as I lower my mouth and lick the tip of his cock. A groan of approval from behind drives me forward, my hand moving to wrap around the base of him as I slowly, tentatively, wet his cock, spreading my saliva over his dick.
Jerrick licks me, kisses me, and sucks me.
My own pleasure is a distraction, and I can’t silence the moans escaping from my lips. I twist my hand up and down as my mouth surrounds his cock.
His hips buck, and I hum my own praise, knowing my touch makes Jerrick just as wild.
Our rhythms sync with our hips, tongues, and mouths. The guttural moans coming from behind me match my own as Jerrick’s cock pulses in my mouth.
I inch toward another orgasm, and it takes everything in me to push through it, seeking to hear his own pleasure over mine. But when he spreads my ass cheeks, it grants him room to run his tongue everywhere from my center to my ass.
I choke out a breath, breaking away from his cock.
“Jer—” I pant, my insides clenching at the tempting thought of him lingering near new territory.
“That’s it, Frostbite. Shatter for me.” Jerrick runs a thumb over my clit, and his tongue joins in.
I gasp when he inserts one finger, another trailing near my back entrance.
He hums in approval as he teases me, my head falling forward in a deep moan.
I grind against him, savoring its warmth prior to returning to shoving his entire cock into my mouth. The sucking sound of his mouth pulling away from my center comes before a long, drawn-out moan escapes Jerrick.
I suck his cock, and he pants, “Fuuuuuck.”
He reaches forward, his body beneath me shifting to hold my neck. “Deeper.”
I comply without a second thought.
I breathe through my nose as I take him deeper, deeper, and cup his balls as his cock hits the back of my throat. A pleasured groan comes from behind me, and I don’t stop. I keep going, fast and slow, savoring my meal as promised.
Jerrick pushes down on my head slightly, a small gag escaping. He recovers by releasing his hold, caressing my skin in an apology.
Jerrick shifts once more, his tongue and fingers working my insides and my clit as our hips rock to the motion. It’s messy and frantic, but I refuse to relent, even as another release convulses through my body.
I whimper, riding out my pleasure as I lick and suck his dick.
Jerrick’s mouth leaves from my core, and he spanks my ass so hard it echoes in the chamber.
I gasp, muffling it when he soothes the ache away, rubbing my ass and kissing it. I continue stroking him, dizzy and hungry for more.
