Page 53 of Worse Fates
“Lucero.” My hands go back to his hair, holding tight as I watch him, wide eyed and breathing so hard spots dance in my vision.
Lucero’s tongue trails down from my stomach, stopping at the root of my twitching dick. Both his hands go to my ass, molding my cheeks in his firm grip. One of his long, thick fingers runs along the curve of my crease, and when he grazes my hole a full-body tremor rakes through me on a wet, gasping whimper.
“M-more,” I plead.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful everywhere, aren’t you?”
His mouth ghosts up my length, licking the pearl of pre-cum beading out my slit. If Lucero wasn’t holding me captive, I would’ve collapsed.
“Look how much you need me, Golden.” The flat of his tongue circles my head and I scream out, trying to thrust forward but he doesn’t let me. “Beg me.”
I must rip out strands of his hair as I fall against the wall.
“Please, Lucero, I want it, I want everything! I need you so badly, can I have it? Please,” I chant, tears gathering in my eyes.
Lucero cups my thigh, and lifts my leg to drape it over his shoulder, running his tongue down my shaft, where I have enough sense to be embarrassed when he inhales deeply. Then, with a torturously slow lick, Lucero drags his tongue up my thigh.
My vampire grabs hold of my aching hard length.
“That’s right, beautiful. You need me, don’t you? Need me to give you all this pleasure.”
Unable to do anything else, I lay back and moan for him.
“Now, beg me for what you need, love. For what only I can give you.”
“Please bite me, Lucero. Please, you’re the only one who can give it to me.”
“That's right, Golden. Only. Me.” As a sharpness pierces my skin—soon replaced with a pleasure that steals my very breath—Lucero begins to jerk my dick.
My eyes roll back, bliss expanding like a balloon. I’m screaming, tears rolling down my cheek. And soon that expanding pleasure pops and euphoria floods my system.
I shatter—breaking into a thousand pieces only to be remade, and shatter again, and again. Sliding down the wall, into Lucero’s lap, I melt into a trembling thing as ropes of cum flood over his knuckles.
But, of course I don’t have to worry about losing pieces of myself, in Lucero’s arms he keeps me whole as I break apart.
Maybe it takes minutes, or hours or days, but soon the pleasure begins to fade and I’m left in a daze.
Lucero kisses my forehead, stroking my arms as he helps me float back down to earth.
“Perfect,” he praises. “You were so perfect, Golden. Beautiful. So lovely.”
“W-what about you?” I ask as my eyes flutter shut.
“Shh, just relax, my love.”
Then I fall into a peaceful sleep in his embrace.
Chapter Nineteen - Lucero
Lying on his side, I watch, as Golden snores softly. The covers are balled in his small fists, and pulled up under his chin.
Golden’s delectable blood warms my stomach, his cum lingering on my tongue where I licked every drop from my knuckles. Having Golden fall apart in my arms was an all-consuming high and for that moment, I was the center of his universe. The memory of his every ‘Please, Lucero’ or ‘Yes, Lucero’ rings in my ears as my fingers tear through the sofa’s fabric, splintering the wood beneath.
Inhaling his scent of sweet cherries and sea breeze, I follow his every movement as he rolls onto his stomach. Golden arches his spine like a waking kitten, then plops face first into my pillow, his puff of black curls spilling onto his shoulders. Little, sleepy noises slip past his lips as he draws the pillow closer—unknowingly taking comfort in my scent.
He is perfect, so perfect.
“Good morning—”
