Page 65 of Marcello
Abel picked up another fry and put it in his mouth. “That’s sad,” he said after chewing. “I love this place. But I guess it doesn’t matter too much since we’re here and it’s there. It’s not like we’ll have it every week.”
“I’m sure Mazzi will be more than willing to go get food for you if you so wish.” It was only the afternoon in Montana, and Mazzi didn’t have any issues getting the food.
Abel shrugged. “But not if you don’t like it.”
I shook my head. “I eat things that you do not care for. It is understandable since we have grown up eating different cuisines.” I would sneak out and get something later, after I knew that Abel was asleep and sexually satisfied.
“Okay,” Abel said. “Half of my burger is gone.”
I looked around and saw that half of his cheeseburger was indeed gone, as was an equal amount of fries. That was good enough for me for the moment, and I simply wrapped my arm around his waist and stood. Abel squealed as I carried him over to the bed, and when I dropped him down on it face down, he started to protest until I grabbed his ass and spread the cheeks. I grinned at the glistening slick that I found.
“Tell me something,mio angelo. Do you want it hard and fast? Or do you wish for me to draw it out?”
Abel groaned and pulled his legs up, getting on his knees with his shoulders down on the bed. He was so tempting. Too much, and it had been too long since I’d been inside my beloved. I slid my fingers up and down his slick crack and then slowly pushed them in. He was tight, hot, and certainly wet enough. But despite the fact that I loved to be in control in the bedroom, I absolutely did not want to cause my beloved any sort of pain.
“You haven’t answered,mio angelo.”
“I’m torn,” he said, his voice muffled by the bedding. “I really want to come. Like weeks ago. But I also want it to last for a long time.”
I chuckled and slid in a third finger. “You are speaking as if there will only be one round. I plan on making both of us come at least twice before we have to take care of the twins.”
Abel whimpered. “Please, Marcello. Just fuck me already, then. And I really want your fangs in me when you do.”
I slid my fourth finger in, and when Abel didn’t so much as flinch, I slid my fingers out and wrapped them around my cock, spreading the slick on the head to help with ease of entry. I linedup and pressed forward, slowly applying more pressure until the head of my cock slipped in. Once it did, the rest of my shaft slid right in without any hesitation.
I froze for a moment. “Abel? You’re not in heat, are you?” He shouldn’t be. The twins were only a month old, and he had said nine months. He would go into heat in nine months or so.
Abel looked back at me and wiggled his ass a little. “No. The twins aren’t old enough. Why?”
“Because you’re incredibly slick, and it didn’t take much to stretch you.”
Abel smirked before he leaned back down and wiggled his ass again. “It’s been a month. I’ve been thinking about you in me since you showed me riding your cock when we were eating.” Abel turned around and glared again. “Which didn’t happen, by the way.”
I rotated my hips, pulling a moan from my beloved. “I apologize. Cheeseburgers and french fries aren’t exactly a sexy food. They are actually quite greasy.” I certainly wasn’t a fan.
“Fair enough. Can you fuck me now?”
I wanted to argue that I wasn’t fucking him, that we were making love, but we absolutely were about to fuck. It had been too long, and although there was still an emotional connection between us, this was going to be raw, fast, and hard.
I pulled my hips back and slammed forward. Abel moaned, and I smiled. I grabbed his hips and held him in place as I thrust into him, slowly picking up my pace until the rhythmic slapping of my hips into his ass could be heard in the room. Abel was biting the bedding, muffling his moans of pleasure, but I could feel everything as his channel massaged my cock when I pushed in and out of his body.
“You feel so amazing,” I panted out as I continued to thrust in and out of my beloved. He stopped forming words, and it was all muffled whimpers and moans. Right before I felt his bodystart to go over the edge, I pulled out. Abel gasped and started to protest, but that turned into a squeak when I flipped him over. I ripped the tiny assless briefs off him and sucked his cock down to the base. Abel moaned, and his hands grabbed my hair and held on.
I pushed two fingers back in and rubbed over that magical spot inside him, and that did the trick. Abel moaned loudly as he came in my mouth. I couldn’t resist—my fangs throbbed too much, and after I reached up and covered Abel’s mouth with my hand, I carefully sank my fangs into the vein on the top of his cock near the head.
Abel gasped, and then my mouth was flooded with even more cum as well as delicious blood. Abel held on to my hair tightly as he groaned obscenely behind my hand on his mouth. I sucked several deep drinks from him, and it was all too much for me, and I came against the bed, where my cock was rubbing. My own moans added vibrations to Abel’s dick, and he started squirming on the bed while his body came over and over in my mouth. After several deep drinks from him. I pulled my fangs from his cock and sucked just the head.
Abel’s body was quivering, and when he pushed my head away, I was hit with one last spurt of cum on my chin. Not wanting to waste any of his delicious release, I swiped at it and my mess from the bed with my fingers and wrapped them around my cock, which was still hard and ready for the wet, tight heat that was my beloved. I pulled Abel closer to the edge of the bed, pushed back in, and groaned.
“Marcello,” he whimpered.
I grinned down at my already satiated beloved. We were just getting started, and I was going to use every moment of time I could to make my beloved remember just who he was mated to.
I pulled back and started moving in and out of him, the earlier urgency gone now that I’d not only had my own orgasm,but I’d also gotten to finally feed from my beloved’s cock. It was by far one of my favorite places on him to feed from, and I was definitely going to explore another long-wanted spot later, but right now, my body was already building up to another orgasm, and I really wanted to fill my little fox with my cum.
“Fuck,” Abel said. “Why was that the hottest and most intense orgasm? And why did I say no before?”
I smirked. “I’ll do that anytime you wish,” I told him, my balls already tingling with my next impending orgasm. “Can you be a good boy and come for me again?” I asked. “I really need to fill you.”
