Page 50 of Stolen Harmony
“That’s it,” he groaned, hips rolling forward, feeding me inch after inch, stretching my lips until my jaw ached. “Yeah, take it. Fuck, you look good like this.”
I wrapped my lips tight, letting him fuck my face, using my mouth at his pace—slow at first, letting me get used to the stretch and the taste, then harder, faster, his hips pistoning, his balls slapping against my chin. Spit and precome leaked down my throat, thick and salty, making my cock twitch in my hand.
Kepler’s hand slid down, cupping my jaw, his thumb tracing the corner of my mouth, pressing against my cheek as he watched himself disappear between my lips.
He growled, pleased, and thrust deeper, the head nudging the back of my throat. I choked a little, but he held me steady, letting me adjust, savoring every helpless gasp.
“Fuck, you’re hungry for it. Bet you’re tight as a virgin, too—bet your ass is clenching right now, begging to be split open.” He leaned back, bracing his weight on his knees, grinding into my face. His free hand reached down, spreading my thighs,fingers searching, finding my hole, slick with the remnants of his spit and the shower.
I moaned, leaking against my own stomach, stroking myself in time with his thrusts, every word going straight to my core. He grinned down at me, sweat shining on his chest, silver hair wild, every inch of him the fantasy I’d never dared to admit out loud.
His thumb pressed at my rim, circling, then pushing in, slow but insistent, stretching me open. “God, you’re tight. Bet you could milk my cock just with your ass.”
He started to fuck my mouth harder, hand wrapped tight in my hair, guiding my head, hips rolling steady and deep. I gagged, tears leaking from my eyes, spit pooling down my chin. I stroked myself faster, desperate for more—for the bruising stretch of his cock, the filthy words, the way he owned every part of me.
Kepler’s thumb plunged deeper, finger joining, working my hole, opening me up. “That’s it,” he crooned.
I whimpered around his cock, pressing back on his hand, chasing the friction, the fullness. My hips lifted off the bed, cock leaking, stomach tight.
He pulled out of my mouth with a wet, obscene sound, strings of spit connecting us. He slapped his cock across my lips again, then nudged my chin, making me look up at him, possessiveness burning in his eyes.
“Turn around,” Kepler growled, voice all gravel and hunger. “Face in the pillow for me. Let me see that perfect ass.”
I obeyed instantly, heat flooding my body. I turned, pressing my cheek into the pillow, spreading my knees, offering myself to him with no shame, only pure, desperate want. The sheets were cool under my chest, a sharp contrast to the fire licking up my spine as I heard Kepler move behind me.
He climbed onto the bed, strong hands gripping my hips,spreading me wide, fingers digging in. I could feel the heat of his gaze, the weight of his want. He bent over me, pressing a kiss to the small of my back, then another, lower, lips trailing a path down my spine, worshipful and greedy.
Kepler licked a stripe up my crack, hot and slow, letting his beard scratch my skin, making me arch and gasp. Then his mouth found my hole again, and he devoured me like he needed it to breathe. His tongue was relentless—circling, teasing, pressing deep, wet and filthy, making obscene noises as he rimmed me. He sucked and spit, letting his saliva drip down, making me even slicker, even more desperate.
“God, your hole is so fucking sweet,” he groaned, pulling my cheeks apart, exposing me completely.
His words—so rough, so straight, so full of filthy reverence—sent a bolt of lust straight through me. My hips bucked, rubbing my cock against the mattress, needing more.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he praised, thumb pressing against my rim, tongue fucking me open, making me clench and whine. “Open up for me.”
He worked me open, tongue and fingers twisting, stroking, coaxing every last drop of resistance out of me. The room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the sound of my helpless moans, his filthy praise.
Finally, when I was shaking, shivering, dripping with need, I heard him reach over to the nightstand. The drawer slid open, and the unmistakable sound of a bottle cap popping echoed in the room. Lube.
He slicked his fingers, then pressed them inside me, the cool gel making me gasp, but his touch was sure, practiced, full of promise. He stretched me, three fingers now, working in and out, hitting that spot that made me see stars.
“Look at you,” Kepler murmured, leaning down to kiss myshoulder, his cock hot and heavy against my thigh. “All open for your daddy.”
He moaned, his own control slipping, the head of his cock smearing precome against my ass as he rutted against me, not yet pressing in, just letting me feel the thickness, the promise.
“You want it?” he asked, voice wrecked with want. “Want daddy to split you open, make you his?”
“Yes—please, I need it—need you inside me—need to feel you, need you to ruin me?—”
He laughed, dark and pleased, a note of awe in his tone. “So fucking eager. So fucking hungry.”
He kissed the back of my neck, his hands never still, fingers sliding out, leaving me open and wet and desperate. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, teasing, smearing slick and precome, promising more.
“Feel that?” he said, grinding against me, letting me feel the stretch. “That’s what you’ve been waiting for. That’s what you’re gonna remember every time you think about this night. Every time you jerk off, you’re gonna remember what your daddy did to you.”
I moaned, shaking, bracing myself against the mattress, every muscle tense with anticipation.
He paused, fingers tracing my spine, voice suddenly softer, but still full of need. “You ready for me? Tell me you want it. Tell me you’re ready.”
