Page 78 of Worse Fates
The only thing connecting my parted lips is a string of hot drool. I edge forward to suck him down. But Lucero keeps me in place and I whine—so desperate I don’t have it in me to be embarrassed.
“If you want something…” Lucero runs his dripping head across the soft pillow of my bottom lip. My tongue darts out, buthe pulls back too quickly. But so hungry for anything, I drag the tip of my tongue over the taste he left behind, and the breath in my lungs rattle behind my ribcage. My leaking dick making a mess of my underwear. “You ask for it.”
“Please, Lucero,” I whisper, my brown skin flushed. “I want your dick in my mouth.”
Lucero groans, his hand tightening in my hair as pre-cum spills in a long line down his length. “Fuck, Golden. You’re perfect, aren’t you? And you know I always give you what you want.”
Then slowly, lovingly, Lucero pulls me forward, and his hot head slips into my waiting mouth. We both moan as I wrap my lips around him.
“Fuck, so good,” he groans. “So damn good.”
Through my lashes, I watch as Lucero’s head drops back. But his electric gaze remains seared on my face, on the way I suck in another inch, my lips stretched.
“Move your tongue around, beautiful. Oh, yeah, just like that. So sweet, Golden, like fucking honey.”
Encouraged by his filthy words, my confidence grows. Delight fills me as my strong vampire trembles, his long exhales loud, as I sweep my tongue along his spongy head and explore his pulsing length. Then, when more of his pre-cum hits my tastebuds, teasing me, I groan. Sucking my cheeks in, I try to take him deeper but instead I end up gagging and pulling back.
“Shh, no, beautiful. You don’t have to do all that,” Lucero says gently, his hand pulling from my curls to stroke my cheek. “You’re doing so good already. Just use your mouth on the head, put your hands on my shaft and rub.”
Turning in his hold, I kiss his fingers, trusting him completely. “Okay, Lucero.”
He makes a noise in the back of his throat, like he’s giving into something, but going willingly. “You’re going to absolutely ruin me, aren’t you?”
Instead of answering, I suck the mushroomed head of his dick back into my mouth, one hand going to his shaft. Squeezing his hardened flesh, I rub the velvet soft skin up and down just the way he said.
A deep groan rumbles above me, his head throwing back as I work. The obscene wet sound of my sucking, and spit travelling down his length to his tight balls, fills the quiet space.
Lucero presses a finger under my chin, making sure he has my attention. “Be careful of teeth, baby.” And he snaps his at me, grinning.
My cheeks blush, and I do as he says, though his instruction doesn’t stop me feeling bold , I cup Lucero’s balls and he bucks up, his moaning a roar. His fist goes back to my curls and tightens, keeping me in place. Keeping me on my knees and more pre-cum spills from my tip.
With a pop his dick leaves my mouth and slaps against my face. “Am I doing a good job, Lucero?” My voice is raw, breathless. Dirty and needy. My mouth so fucking empty it hurts, but I have to know. “Am I making you feel good?”
The noise he makes is an animal growl. Then the sound of creaking, before the piece of sofa under his hand cracks, breaking off a chunk of wood.
I gasp, but he’s already pulling me back to his dick, dismissing the broken piece over his shoulder.
“You’re doing perfectly, Golden. So good for me, aren’t you?” His praise is like thunder—a boom that doesn't just go into my eardrums but echoes through my whole body until even the tips of my toes tremble from the aftershocks.
I hum as his straining flesh returns to my mouth, starved and needy. My palm around his thick shaft, the other stroking his balls.
How did I never want this in the past? Now I want to spend the rest of my life here.
“You love being on your knees for me, don’t you? I can see it, beautiful.” Lucero pulls his dick out my mouth, smirking darkly when I whine. “You fucking love it.” Then shoves his dick back, a pleased sound purring from my chest at his explosive taste.
I’m drunk off his desire. My hand moves faster, hips bucking forward to seek relief.
“You’re killing me, beautiful.” I’ve never heard Lucero’s voice this broken. Like I’m some master at pleasure and, while I might be on my knees, he’s the one powerless to my touch.
Then his dick swells in my mouth.
“Gonna cum.” His voice is rough, both hands twisting in my curls. “Baby, I’m going cum!”
He tugs, but I stay where I am. The tip of my tongue dips into his slit, flicking it, begging without words for him to give me what I so badly need.
“You want it, Golden?” Lucero growls, chest heaving, muscles bunched and brow sweating. “Fucking beg for it.”
Drawing back, I sit on my heels, mouth open—flushed and wet, swollen.
