Page 141 of Taste of Blood
This is all I need.
I want to leave him spent.
Wrecked.
Begging for more.
I pull up then slam back, each thrust taking him deeper until his crown feels like it’s ready to explode. And still I need more.
The pace is punishing me as much as him. My throat aches, and yet I need more of him.
Need to taste his hot cum.
There’s no teasing. No edging. Just a singular desire to drink his load.
I can tell he’s close from his breathing. From the way his skin pebbles under my touch.
Come for me, Cord.
I increase my pace, my lungs screaming for air. I reach up and cup his balls, rolling them in my hand until I feel them tighten.
“Oh fuck. Fuck…I’m coming.”
Hot cum floods my mouth and I swallow it greedily, not wasting a single drop.
When his spasms finally subside, I release him from my mouth and drag my tongue down his length then up his taint.
I don’t give him a chance to catch his breath, lapping across his hole before digging my tongue inside.
“No mercy,” I breathe as I gaze down at him, his salacious body still wrapped in the aftershock of orgasm. “I’m going to fuck you until you feel me for a week.”
He whimpers as I dig my tongue inside him. Stretching until I find his trigger. He shudders and rolls his hips, his legs opening wider for me. I’m drunk on his scent–leather and sandalwood and that deep male musk that’s strongest between his thighs. I can’t get enough of it.
His cock, so recently spent, is already waking up. Cord never lacked stamina.
I insert one finger in his ass alongside my tongue, curling it around his rim. Causing him to buck against me.
Another finger joins it, pistoning inside him.
I raise up on my knees and reach over him for the lube on the nightstand, squirting a generous amount on my hand before digging three fingers into his hole. My cock, which is painfully hard, gets some attention from my other hand as I prep it for him.
There’s no going easy. No gentle build up. I press the head of my cock against his opening and in one powerful thrust, I’m buried inside him to the hilt.
He gasps, his legs lifting and wrapping around my back as if he could pull me deeper inside.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan. “You feel so good.”
I set a relentless pace, pummeling his ass with my cock, and he meets me, stroke for stroke. Fusing us together.
My mouth seeks his, sucking and biting his tongue, my blood teeth leaving evidence like a crime scene.
He gives as good as he gets, tearing into my lower lip, our blood mingling. Passed back and forth between our mouths.
He fills my senses. Sight. Smell. Sound. Taste.
He’s the end and beginning of everything I could ever want.
Everything I could ever need.
