Page 23 of The Magic of Discovery
“Yes, fuck. Please. I need it, Master.” He panted beneath me, and fuck if it didn’t make me feel like a damned sex god.
I lowered my head, running my tongue from base to tip, circling around the head of his cock like he was the finest ice cream cone in the whole world. The sounds that came out of him spurred me on, and I fisted my own dick as I wrapped my mouth around him and sucked. Taking him deep into my throat, the salty taste and his spicy scent had my eyes rolling back in my head. Keeping him locked against my tongue, I blindly reached beside me for the little packet of lube, easily locating it. I made quick work of ripping the corner off of the packaging, squeezing the contents onto my fingers, the primal urge to be inside of him possessing me completely. His cock popped out of my mouth as I swirled two fingers around his ass, pushing in with little resistance. He squeezed me tightly, and I groaned as I rubbed my throbbing dick with my other hand, making myself nice and slick. Adding another finger, I heard my pet cursing then begging for more. His prep work was paying off in spades.
His hips lifted off the table, desperately trying to fuck my fingers, but this would happen atmypace. Not his. I stilled, and he whimpered.Whimpered.Begging like a little puppy.
“Tell me, pet. Tell me what you need.” I pushed my fingers all the way in, leaning over to take him into my mouth once more.
“Fuck me, fuck me hard. I don’t want to think. I just need to feel. Shit. Yes, like that.”
I’d begun relentlessly ramming my fingers into him. Pulling them out suddenly, I hooked my arms around his thighs and yanked him to the very edge of the table.
“Legs up. Hold them.”
Fish hooked his palms underneath his knees to open himself up to me, and I swirled my fingers into him, dipping them in and out so easily. Seeing his asshole wide open made my head fucking spin. Sparing a glance at his face, I’d expected to see him looking at the ceiling, but his eyes were pitch black as he watched what I was doing to him. Pulling my fingers out of him, I slapped his ass, and his gaze locked on mine. With a smirk, I gathered saliva in my mouth and let it drop right into his hole, the thought of my spit coating his insides leaving my balls motherfucking boiling.
“Fucking shit, Master. Fuck me.”
I lined up and thrust into him balls deep. If cocks could groan in relief, mine was doing that right now. Not that anyone would hear with it being buried eight inches into Fish’s tight ass. His groan joined my growl as his eyelids slammed closed, his body squeezing my dick for all it was worth. Grunting, I leaned in and put my palms on either side of his hips, starting to really fuck him.
“Is this what you need? You needed to take my cock like a good little bitch? What do you feel?”
“You. I feelyou. Oh fuck.” His legs began trembling, his ass gripping me like a vise.
My pace was relentless. The best part of our sessions was that I could shut my pet down completely. He would never have to worry about my emotions bombarding him, neither of us would, for that matter. Sweat dripped down my chest and back as my core temp rose, causing steam to radiate from the droplets covering my flesh.Was he taking my dick like a pro? Yes. Did I want him to know exactly how much I enjoyed fucking him? No.I essentially put a gods damn choke chain around my feelings and yanked the leash any time they needed grounding.
The increase in my temperature was indication enough for him to read me, and he took the bait.
“You fuck me so good.” Groaning out the last part, he reached between us and took himself into his hand.
“Are you ready to feel my cum? I’m going to fill this ass up, pet. My cum will be dripping out of you for hours. Look at me.”
Fish’s eyes snapped open and locked right into my gaze.Fuck, this is intense.He wrapped his legs around my hips and clasped his hands around my forearms.
“Give me your cum, fuck me. Fill me up. Please, make me come.” The beast inside of me purred in satisfaction with each of his pleas. Leaning back, the change in position allowed my dick to hit at a different angle, and I knew right when I hit that magical spot inside of his body because his ass started constricting so fucking hard.
“Fuck! Do it, now. Come for me, pet.”
He grabbed his dick and pumped it in time with my wild thrusting, spurts of cum shooting out of him to decorate his stomach and the dragon wings on his chest. Just as I’d told him earlier, my name spilled from his throat as he worked every last drop from himself.
“So. Fucking. Tight. Milk me, pet. Squeeze. This. Dick,” I gritted out, my jaw clenched so tight it was bordering on painful. His hips were frantically meeting mine, and I only lasted another moment before I fucking exploded, shooting ropes of hot cum in his ass. A roar left my throat, my head thrown back, letting the stars know what the hell had just happened here.
It was just after seven when I finished up the few things that Frank and Arlo hadn’t gotten to before they took off. I had already locked the shop up an hour earlier, and my stomach gave a rumble, signaling that it was time to head back home. Before leaving this morning, I had thrown a bunch of ingredients into my cauldron, so I would have some soup ready when I got home. Just thinking about it had my stomach growling again.
“Off lumine,” I commanded, the lights in the building obeying and turning off. Snagging my backpack off of the counter, I swung it around onto my back as I walked out of the front door, Maven hot on my heels. Pulling the door closed, I stuck the ancient skeleton key into the lock and twisted, making sure everything was locked up for the night. The key itself was spelled, so while it physically locked the mechanism, it also activated the security spell I’d designed. Satisfied, I hopped down the steps and on to the sidewalk, walking over to my bicycle. Maven was already in the basket, paws on my handlebars, ears wiggling.
“You’re such a cute boy, Mave,” I cooed, scratching the top of his fluffy head with my fingernails. “Let’s get home! I’m starving.” He gave me a yip in response, curling himself into a fluff ball in the bottom of the large wicker basket.
Before pulling away, I shamelessly eyed the door of the guys’ apartment. I hadn’t seen any of them all day. Kai had told me earlier that he had to go out on a run to burn some energy.Ugh. I loathed running and did everything in my power to avoid it. Biking was as far as I went when it came to physical activity, aside from walking everywhere and doing hard labor on my land.
I had only made it about a quarter of the way back to my cottage when I felt the telltale signs of a flat tire. Shit. The squishing sound was just getting worse and worse, and there was no way I could finish the ride back. Dismounting, I leaned the bike seat against my hip and hastily gathered my long hair in a top knot and secured it with the elastic band I had around my wrist.This is exactly why you should never be without one, ladies and gents.
Sighing, I began pushing my now useless bicycle down the side of the road. By bike, I could make it back and forth in just over five minutes, but having to walk was going to really increase my time. My stomach was pissed, and I was getting hangry. Maven stalked me from a few paces behind, his mood matching my own if the scowl on his face was any indication. Then again, he scowled so often that who knew what the little beast was actually feeling.
“This is our life now, Mave. Flat tires, creepy prophecies, wonky magic, hot men we can’t touch... yet, and ex-dicks who won’t fuck off. It’s just me and you, buddy,” I mused, glancing down at the little fox. He yipped, whether in agreement or because he was tired of hearing me whine, who knows.
The roar of a motorcycle sounded in the distance, and I scoffed, “Show off.” Turning around, I looked back just as the rider would have passed me, but instead of flying by, the rider slowed.Cam.
My eyes met his, and he slowed down even more, pulling up behind me. Fuck me, he looked edible. Like a big leather-wrapped present.I know what I want for my birthday. Swinging his leg over his Harley after kicking out his kickstand, he left his bike and started walking in my direction. His right hand came up under his chin as he unclipped his helmet, removing it from his golden head and tucking it against his side with his arm.
