Page 35 of Boyfriend From Hell
Raios sat beside me, sweat kissing his skin. He appeared almost pearlescent now, his skin a soft shade of gray I hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it was the lighting from the fireplaces. I watched as his arm began moving erratically by his side, almost as if he was—
“Are you seriously jacking off next to me while I sleep?”
I all but screamed at him, slamming my hand down on the puff of blanket blocking my view. As angry as I pretended to be, my curiosity still got the best of me. Fuck it—if he was bold enough to stroke himself next to me, then of course I was going to take a peek.
Can’t say I minded that I did.
My eyes locked on his cock as his fist pumped hard around it. I could confidently say I’d never seen a gray cock before—darker than his skin, slick and smooth, like it would feel like silk against my tongue.
“Deer,” he moaned as he slowed his strokes.
Something about the way he said my name made my pussy throb—I suddenly craved to hear my name fall from those hellish lips as I rode him.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
I shook my head, unable to peel my eyes away.
“Come here,” he whispered, as he switched hands—opening his side to me.
Something about this felt strange, not quite wrong—but also not quite right.
Less than twenty-four hours ago, he showed up knocking on my door, locked out of his house. Then, he stole me away, and now…well, now I was laying in his bed, watching him touch himself.
I crawled up to his side, my dress beyond disheveled and wrinkled from the night. He turned his head toward me and kissed my cheek, his lips lingering as he spoke huskily, “You’re devastating."
“So you’ve said.” I rolled my eyes, and he chuckled against my skin.
“Do you like watching me touch myself to you?” His lips brushed my skin, and I nodded wordlessly.
“Say it, sweet one.”
“I like it,” my voice felt small, and he chuckled again.
“Would you like to feel how my cock feels inside of you?” He smiled against my neck, and I gulped, nodding again.
“So shy, little love. No need for that.” He let go of his cock, and it bounced in the air, throbbing.
He gently pushed my side, inviting me to crawl on top of him. Slowly, I climbed onto him, bundling my dress at my hips as I hovered above him. The heat radiating from his center sent a shiver through my body.
Raios’ hands slipped under the cut of my dress and found the sides of my underwear. With a quick tug, they tore from my body. I stared at him baffled.
“Hey!”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you stocked up on clothing later today, sweet one.”
His lower lip pulled between his teeth, his lust-laden eyes were hypnotizing. I could hardly make sense of anything he was saying, the only thing on my mind was what that heat would feel like inside me.
“You don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to,” he said, squeezing my hips reassuringly. “You will not offend me if you crawl off of me.”
No.
I lowered myself on him, my pussy gently brushing the heat of his cock. I half expected it to sizzle. The feeling was divine; unlike anything I’d ever felt. He growled, and the sound vibrated through my core. I needed more of that delicious sound.
I placed my hands on his shoulders as I slid my wetness along the length of his shaft—all the way to the tip and back. I continued to do so until the sound of his growls filled the room.
“Little nightmare,” he ground out, as his head fell back from pleasure. “I have to tell you—”
I reached between our bodies and fisted his cock before sliding the tip of it along my slit. His hips bucked in response.
