Page 38 of Falling for Famine
My fingers went inside her, and it wasn’t a second later that her wet channel constricted around them. Her back bowed and her hands squeezed. Pulse after pulse, she came, her taste intensifying and filling my mouth. She tasted better than the treats she made.
“Oh, fuck!” she screamed as I continued to work her clit through her release.
When she went limp, her entire body flushed with red, I finally stood up.
Her glassy gaze lifted to mine, her chest rising and falling with effort. “Looks like fanfic pegged you supernatural dudes right,” she murmured cutely, still flushed and panting in the aftermath of her orgasm.
My mouth twitched nearly into a smile. “And how is it they’ve pegged us?”
She giggled for some reason, mumbling something about pegging, and then stared at me. “They make it out like you’ll destroy us for human men after you’ve pummeled us with your supernatural cocks, and…yeah, okay, you totally did.”
Something about her statement made me puff up with pride.
Sitting up, she planted a hand on my chest and pushed me back. I retreated a step with my head tipped to the side in confusion. She hopped off the counter and then was suddenly on her knees in front of me.
I’d seen other mortals this way, presented as an offering, eager to please, but none of them held a candle to my little wisp. When those icy blues shot up from the floor, her flushed skin and breasts indecent from this angle, it went straight to my cock. The hard pulse was painful as her hands slid from my calves to my thighs.
“But I think you should know something about us fanfic smutties,” she said, her face level with my erection. “We’re something of a destroyer ourselves.”
I wasn’t left confused long. She had my dick out fast enough to impress me, her hand wrapped around the base and the flared head aimed at her mouth. Her eyes went up to mine, and my entire body pulsed with the heat in that gaze of hers.
“Your turn.”
Then she swallowed the length into her wet mouth and I had to grasp the counter for support, my world shattering with the bliss of a clever tongue.
Chapter Sixteen
Nomi
Ghost gripped the counter, his knuckles white with the force. He sucked in a sharp breath as I swallowed as much of him as I could before withdrawing.
I’d have to unhinge my jaw like a damn snake to take in the size of him, he was so massive, so no hope there. But I’d taken in nearly half—a feat I celebrated with a hum of my voice, knowing it’d be nothing but pleasure for him.
His muscles rippled under his semi-tight t-shirt and his shaft pulsed against my tongue. His lips were slightly parted and his eyes were shut, the lines in his face giving him away for once.
He hadn’t expected me to do this, and he didn’t know what to do now that it was happening. The searing gaze that he shot down at me when he opened his eyes again told me so. I could get addicted to how powerful it made me feel to give this gorgeous guy head.
I’d given plenty of blow jobs before. It wasn’t my favorite thing to do because half the time I was pressured into it, but with Ghost, the feeling it gave me was different.
His velvety soft skin, his responsive gasps and groans, the clench of his jaw and strain of the tendons in his neck as he held himself back, they were everything I loved about reading it in fanfics. Hot guys losing themselves in the pleasure their girls gave them.
My hand followed my mouth in several strokes, and as if he couldn’t help himself, Ghost’s hand was in my hair. He didn’t grip hard, but he did press enough to make it clear he liked what I was doing a lot. Stroke for stroke, he’d come under my spell, his piercing gaze locked on what my mouth was doing to him. He’d shattered my world, so I relished the idea of shattering his.
He sucked in another sharp breath when I swirled my tongue around his flared head and teased the slit. I’d expected his dick to feel different from a human’s, but other than massive, ghost white, and hotter than any other part of him, it wasn’t any different.
“Nomi,” he groaned, his thick voice rumbling out of his throat.
I shifted on shaky legs, turned on by the desperate way he moaned my name. I’d never gotten off on giving head, but the way he reacted had me all kinds of hot and bothered.
I doubled my efforts, swallowing more of his length until it hit the back of my throat, humming a song or two so it was all vibration, and he shuddered under my hands.
“Little wisp,” he groaned as if that was all he managed to get out. He gripped a handful of my hair, his shaft pulsing a couple of times before hot spurts of liquid shot down my throat.
I relaxed my muscles and swallowed it down. It wasn’t gross like the other guys I’d been with. It was warm and sweet. I moaned, and his whole body shook again with the vibration of my mouth. Only a little dribbled out as I came off with a pop.
When I glanced up, his chest was visibly heaving breaths. It felt like a hard-fought win to see any physical signs of distress from the powerful Horseman.
Your girl here had done that. Hell yeah.
