Page 213 of Bitten & Burned
His eyes closed for a moment as he hit the back of my throat again. I gagged, and he pulled back out a bit. “Sorry… but fuck, you’re better than I imagined. And I imagined you… gods… on your knees for me, begging for it. Begging for me to fuck your mouth, fuck your cunt, fuck your ass. Everywhere, Rowena… and oh fuck, I never thought…”.
His words broke down then, his hips bucking forward as he found the rhythm he wanted, and then there was no more talking. There was just growling from him. Grunting, moaning, his hands tight in my hair as he pulled my face back onto his cock. Over and over.
I only gagged twice, but I staggered my breathing, holding onto him. Inera preserve me, I loved it.
I’d never been wetter. I was pretty sure I was soaking my skirt where it bunched under me.
He groaned again, sounding more and more wrecked by the second. “Oh, fuck, Rowena, I’m gonna come. Gonna come so hard… Are you gonna take it? You gonna let me come in your pretty little mouth?”
I whimpered in what I thought and hoped would tell him that yes, please. Yes….
“Oh, gods, sweetheart, you’re gonna ruin me, oh fuck look at you…”
The sound was obscene, spit moving my lips up and down the shaft, my tongue stroking the underside.
He sped up, went harder, and I grunted. But I could take it.
“Ohhh fuck, I’m close baby… I’m close, you ready? You ready?”
I hummed around him, so wet I’d probably come if I touched myself right then.
He groaned. “Oh fuck…”
And then I felt it: hot spurts of bitterness hit the back of my throat. I moved for him because he was frozen. I swallowed it down, kept going as more flooded my mouth. I coughed once, but I got most of it, still sucking on the tip of his cock as he pulled out again.
“Oh, you got it all, didn’t you?” he whispered, his thumb coming down to swipe a little off my cheek and back into my mouth.
“Yes,” I whimpered, rocking my hips.
“Oh, poor sweetheart, are you aching?”
I nodded.
“Touch yourself. Let me watch,” he said, sitting back.
Honestly, I’d have done anything for him at that point.
“Can I come?” I asked as I slid two fingers down to my clit.
“You’d better,” he whispered, eyes firmly between my legs where my slick was practically dripping.
I found my clit and started rubbing it slowly. It was so swollen and needy feeling, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. With him having fucked my throat and moaning and telling me all his filthy fantasies, I was nearly there anyway.
“Oh, slow down, baby…” he murmured, so I did. “Now, you keep it at that tempo: don’t speed up, don’t slow down. It’s gonna feel so good when you come, Rowena.
I spread my knees more, and he hissed. I continued slowly rubbing my clit, the wet squelch of my fingers sliding through me seemed toexcite him.
“Gods, I got you soaked, didn’t I? What was it? What did you like the best?”
“You fucking my throat,” I said, not wanting to split hairs. “I get so wet for that…fucking love it.”
“Oh, keep going, sweetheart, just like that. And then I’m going to fuck you again. From behind. And I’m going to bite you and you’re gonna come all over me again.”
I moaned and tried not to speed up, especially when I felt it begin to build. “Oh god, I’m close.”
“Don’t speed up, just there…”
“Ohh god, Quil, please… please, I need it…”
