Page 98 of Worse Fates
“Lay back, baby, let me make you feel good.”
Before I can take a breath, or figure out what that devilish spark in his eyes mean, his tongue is against my hole.
The back of my head hits the wall. If there was any pain, I don’t feel it. Mind Numb, earth shattering, ecstasy hits my bloodstream like a drug.
My hands fly to his hair and I grab hold, riding his face, as his tongue flicks at my entrance.
I’m rambling, not making sense even to my own ears. “So good, so good, never stop.”
Lucero sucks, nibbles, making filthy wet noises like he’s making out with my hole. I should be embarrassed, and my whole body is probably flushed red. But I don’t have it in me to care.
Then his hand wraps around my dick, and all it takes is one stroke—one long, deliberate glide from sensitive tip down my aching length to ignite my every thought. Back arching near breaking point, my scream shattering the air, echoing back at me like a chorus of my own fucking pleasure. It loops, over and over, my orgasm stretching into eternity.
Limp, I collapse back against the wall for Lucero to lick up my chest. He drinks the cum splattered on my stomach, so when he takes my mouth, I can taste my salty release.
“I love you,” he says.
“I love you, too,” I reply.”
When I’m next picked up, I half wonder if I’ve actually floated away, until Lucero places me on our bed as if I were made of china. My arms flop open and a moment later he slides into my waiting embrace, our naked bodies fitting together the way I imagine our connected souls do.
He kisses the tops of my ears. My forehead, the corners of my each eye. My nose and cheeks, my chin and jaw. When he finally presses his lips to mine, I melt into him.
“I want you,” I murmur.
“We don’t have to do anything.”
My hands roam his body—through thick hair, across strong shoulders, down his back. A sigh escapes me, full of quiet wonder. “I want everything.”
“My precious love,” Lucero cups my face, his expression soft. “I will give you everything.”
“I trust you.”
Inside, I feel the connection that binds us, and my heart soars. How is it possible for a love that can fry all my thoughts to give me all this comfort? I’m sexy and powerful and I want to find out all the ways I can tease Lucero, and for him to tease me back.
Lucero moves, and I hear the draw slide out before he comes back with a bottle of lube.
“It’s already opened…” I say, trying and failing not to pout.
Lucero chuckles, smiling indulgently—like I’ve handed him everything he’s ever wanted wrapped up with a bow. “I’ve only ever used it for myself.”
Playfully frowning, I poke him with my toes. “You better.”
Laughing, he grabs my foot and kisses each toe, before freeing me and pouring a generous amount of clear lube onto his fingers, warming it up before placing it against my hole.
He takes his time fingering me open, until I’m sweating and my half-hard dick is coming back to life faster than I would’ve expected.
“Ready, Golden?” Lucero asks, moving between my legs and pressing the slicked head of his cock at my stretched hole.
I nod, watching him through my hooded gaze before there’s an uncomfortable stretch as he begins to fill me. I gasp, swallowing and squeezing my eyes tight.
“You’re doing so well, Golden,” Lucero groans, voice strained and sweat beading at his forehead. His long, thick length pushes in—leaving no room to spare. “Amazing, you’re so amazing.”
Then I’m full, completely full.
Almost too full.
My arms drop from Lucero to fist the sheets.
