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“Go on, moan. I wanna feel it on my cock,” I rasp, pulling back only to stab into his waiting mouth. I wonder if he likes my taste as I spread it all over his tongue. Once I’m done using his mouth, I’ll be removing all of those pesky clothes. He must be boiling inside that jacket, but I kind of love how red that makes his skin.
Blake chokes again, but this time he stays put even as tears roll down his face. His breathing is frantic, and I grin when he pulls closer and humps my leg, seeking his own satisfaction while he’s struggling to give me mine. His dick must be aching for release, but he’s too focused on me to even consider unzipping his pants.
The soft hum he makes resonates through my body and caresses my balls, so I still, just letting myself feel it while the darling at my feet fights the natural reactions of his body to please me.
It's so hot, I lose my cool and speed up my thrusts, plunging my cock into Blake's mouth, and I trigger his gag reflex nearly every time. But a part of him seems to likethattoo. He sucks me with so much devotion I already imagine a ring on his finger. I know I won't last much longer, but I make the final jabs count, gripping his hair as I push deep into his throat.
“Oh fuck! So good. I’m gonna train you to take it. You look so good right now with my dick deep inside you,” I babble, flushed and brainless.
When he murmurs something and glances up as if to ask if he’s doing a good job, I lose it.
I come so hard I worry he’ll choke, but gripping his hair feels automatic when all my muscles tense.
He coughs, trembling against me, but he keeps holding onto my legs, as if he wants to make sure I don’t leave him like this. He loves it. He wants to be here, on his knees, inmy shabby cabin, worshiping the cock of the Christmas Killer.
I have him now.
He’s mine.
Chapter 17
Blake
I can’t control mybody anymore.
Nico’s cock keeps forcing its way down my throat in a rhythm so hypnotizing I’m welcoming the discomfort. My lips and face are stained with his juices, and I’m slobbering like a mindless animal, but every sexy smile, every intense glance he sends my way is like a chain keeping me in place.
He’s so tall, so muscular, and handsome. How can I deny him when I know he’s put his life on the line for me and would do it again?
Who am I kidding though? I’m not doing this because I’m grateful. I’m doing this because I’m horny. His dick is a thing of beauty, and I want it in my mouth.
Drifting away from everything I used to know and uncertain about the future, I need a new anchor, and as warm, thick cumoverflows my mouth and soothes the soreness in my throat, I know I’ve found it.
The movement of his hips after that first splash of cum becomes languid, and he lets go of my hair to steady himself against the kitchen counter. He doesn’t even blink, enthralled by me as much as I am by him. I won’t stop sucking until I swallow it all. The taste is salty, a little bitter, but just knowing it’shisspunk makes it delicious.
I know I can’treallyfeel it in my stomach, but I imagine it sliding down my throat and settling inside me, all hot and gooey.
The new surroundings, this old cabin, had made me uncertain, but I have nothing to worry about when I’m on my knees, with his dick softening in my mouth.
He lets out a little moan, and it’s almostcute. Nico’s awakened some kind of demon in me. He has a grasp on it, but even I don’t know where this path will lead us.
When he pulls my head away, I don’t fight it, even though I already miss his dick. It’s still half hard and oh-so-gorgeous, slick with my saliva.
But as I expect Nico to let me go, he drags me back in until my lips are against his balls. “Kiss them for what they gave you.”
A full-body tremor goes through me, and I do as he asks, cuddling up to his legs, greedy for any affirmation he’s willing to give me. “Thank you,” I say, surprised by the hoarseness of my voice. His sac is so very soft to the touch I can’t help but caress it with my tongue too. He deserves all my attention, and I want to give it to him.
Nico leans down and once again tugs on my hair, so I look up, and he kisses my lips. “Now let’s take care of you,” he whispers and nudges my cock with his knee.
My moan is dull and hungry, but before I can get embarrassed, Nico presses me to the wall, his lips dancingover the sensitive flesh of my neck as I try to rub myself against him, my body desperate for release.
“Won’t be so fast, sweet thing, I want to indulge in you,” he teases and instead of opening my pants, he pushes off my coat, letting it fall to the floor. Then he pulls up my hoodie along with the T-shirt. I’m now glad he got the fire going in the room, but the real heat is inside me anyway.
“But I—” My words are interrupted when he once again rubs my crotch with his knee, and I grab his arms, unable to keep still while the insistent need to come grows ever stronger. The air smells of his cum, our arousal, and I can still see his dick whenever I look down. Maybe the assassin did kill me, because this feels like heaven.
“You what? You don’t want to see more of me while I get you off?” He smirks and knows exactly what he’s doing when he takes off his sweater and shows off.
My mind is trapped between the insistent arousal thrumming in my pants and the need to see all of him, touch him, admire him with my fingers. He’s built like a god among men. A beautiful, wide-shouldered killing machine with veiny forearms I want tolick,and snowflake tattoos trailing down his neck.
