Page 51 of Such a Feral Little Lamb
He wants it like this? I swallow hard. It’s not a position I’ve been in before. It needs too much trust. There are too many ways things can go wrong.
My cock jerks against my belly, exposed to the air where Mason pulled me out of my jogging bottoms.
“Isaac?” Mason runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “We can do something else.”
I shake my head.Iwant this. Like this. I want Mason to use me, want him to unleash everything on me the way he did those zombies, when he was strong and magnificent. I let my mouth drop open and dart my tongue out to lick his thumb.
He presses down a little harder before he pushes the digit inside. I close my lips around it and suck hard. Mason groans deep in his chest and thrusts his hips forward until his cock bumps against my chin.
I gasp and he pulls his thumb free. Want thrums through me and Mason can hear it from my breathing or feel it in the way I clutch at him because he shifts again and then the head of his cock rests against my lips. Yes.Yes.This is what I need.
I dart my tongue out again and groan at the bitter taste. Mason grunts, giving me a few seconds to lick over the head before he flexes his hips and pushes in a little deeper. Every inhale brings the sharp scent of him, makes my mouth water. I try to pull him closer, and he growls, tightening his grip on my hair.
“You’re not in charge here, little lamb.”
Am I not? I suck hard, pressing my tongue against the underside of his cock. I’ve not taken all of him, not yet. He’s thick, stretching me wide, but I want to feel him in my throat, want to be reminded of this moment every time I speak for the rest of the day.
“Fuck,” Mason says with a chuckle. “Maybe you are.”
He pushes and pushes, giving me time to breathe and get used to him until I’m sure he’s all the way inside. His heavy balls restagainst my chin. Drool escapes from the corners of my mouth and I squeeze my eyes shut when he cuts off my air.
My head swims. Nothing else matters. Nothing outside of this roomexistsas I float in this moment, full and aching and desperate and so deeply satisfied that I know whoever I fuck in the future, it will never be as exquisite as it is right now. Mason’s thighs tremble, arse flexing beneath my hands. He’s holding himself still, too. Does he feel what I do?
It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t. He pulls back almost all the way until the head of his cock rests on my lower lip again. The breath I suck in is loud and gasping. Mason makes a faint sound before he thrusts back inside.
He doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t ask for permission. He knows what I want, even if he can’t see well enough to read it from my face. He has to be able to hear it in the way I moan every time he thrusts in deep, feel it in how I clutch at him when his cock bumps the back of my throat.
The hand in my hair is tight, pulling at my scalp. The other skids over my cheekbone and strokes my temple gently. I whine, tears stinging my eyes. I don’t know how to get more, but I want it. I want all of him. Want him to hollow me out and live inside me and—
“You feel incredible,” Mason breathes. My cock twitches and my balls draw up at the sound of his voice.Hesounds wrecked somehow, even as he’s the one ruining my throat.
I groan at the thought, hips thrusting up into nothing but air. Mason growls. His hand tightens in my hair until I whine at the pain and the tears that have been building in my eyes spill over. Part of me is glad he can’t see me any better than I can see him. I’ll look a wreck.
I want him to see that, too.
“Perfect little lamb,” Mason says, hips hammering forward faster as he chases his release. “We’ll do this again. On your knees before the altar. You’ll be pious. Worshipful.”
I’ll worshiphim. Through the darkness, I can almost see it. Light filtering through the stained glass, fracturing over Mason’s pale skin and painting him the entire spectrum of colours. If he’s lit from behind, I won’t be able to make out his features, but I think his eyes will still burn into me, glowing from within, every look a caress telling me I’m his, his,his…
Mason cries out and when he thrusts forward this time, his cock fills my throat so completely that I almost choke. I dig my fingers into his arse and thighs tightly enough to leave bruises. Mason groans above me, the deep, satisfied sound of a man who has everything he desires.
His cum fills my mouth, salty and thick, and I swallow what I can before Mason pulls back. He helps me sit up, hands faintly shaking, and then I swallow the rest, but not before some escapes down my chin.
I lift my hand, but Mason kisses me before I can wipe it away. He groans as he licks the taste of himself from my mouth, and I clutch him tighter, head spinning. I’m so hard, and I want to come, but I’m swept up in all that he wants, all that he is, and I don’t want to let go.
“If I told you not to come, you’d obey, wouldn’t you?” Mason says into my ear, voice low and dark. His hand wraps about my throbbing cock. I grab at the sheets, biting back a whimper.
“Y-yes,” I manage.
“You’d go out and hunt zombies with me like this?” He doesn’t move his hand. Doesn’t tighten or loosen his grip.
I swallow hard. “Yes.”
I don’t understand the sound Mason makes next. Surprise? Maybe. He kisses just beneath my ear, the touch that of a feather. I tremble.
“Is this too much?”
“Yes.”
