Page 19 of Preyless
Oh my God.
Don’t stop. Please.
PreyForUs
Then we’d either drag you or drive you to some remote woods. And we would tell you to run. And you would do just that.
And when we catch you, we fuck you.
You’d say it’d be against your will, but I’d bet money you’d be dripping for us.
I bet you’re dripping now, aren’t you?
Typing out that last sentence, I moaned loudly as Casey dragged his teeth over my length, right as he pushed in two fingers in my ass. My eyes darted to him, and we both watched as my cock visibly twitched from the motions of him fingering me.
“Baby,” I groaned out. “Fuck, yes. God, I love you. I love what you do to me.”
He looked up at me and whimpered.
Fucking…whimpered.
Just at my words.
Goddamn.
I continued. “I want to come. Suck the cum out of my balls, Wraithe. C’mon. I know you can do it, baby.”
“Say please,” he muttered, smirking.
I shook my head before fisting his hair once again, guiding his mouth right back to my length. He was the only person I had ever begged for, but I’d beg a thousand times over for anything regarding him. “Please, pretty boy.”
Just like that, he went after my fucking soul with renewed effort. His fingers fucked my puckered hole hard, knuckles deep and curling toward my g-spot as he deep-throated me again and again. Repeatedly, his nose brushed against my pubic bone as he took me all the way down, and I felt my balls draw up tight.
My phone buzzed at that moment, and I forced myself to look at it instead of him.
The sight had me yanking Casey’s head off me.
I held his hair tightly, groaning roughly as my cum spurted out and landed all over his face. Rope after rope of my seed hit him, and I groaned even louder as he stuck his tongue out, trying to catch everything he could. His fist continued pumping at my length, milking me for everything I had, and heat flew all the way from my head to my toes at the sensation.
I looked back down at my phone, nearly slumping over.
PetalstoFangs
…I came from that alone.
*one attached image*
At the cusp of my orgasm, Petals had sent me a fucking picture of her fingers—wet, sticky, and covered in her own cum.
All from me merely telling her a brief plan of what we would do to her.
I swallowed roughly.
I guess I had a type—and it was eager and reactive.
Casey moved his mouth back to the tip of my cock, and I huffed as he sucked my sensitive tip again—still covered in my cum.
Then…an idea hit me.
